This is a song about "Where sinners dwell"

Praise those who pray but i prey on the sinners,

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

But i've never been a fellow to just sit and dwell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

And so its inwards to the vineyards of my mind i dwell,

Gotta rhyme well, don't dwell on shit but the present

The club underwater, have em running out the front

No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

The more that i dwell, the harder it becomes.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

#here these dumb ass suits say we ain't suited to dwell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well