This is a song about "Withdraw formally from membership in a federal union an alliance or a political or religious organization"

Religious or not, i'll change you and be your preacher

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I wasn't made for a 9-5,im an artist an i was sent to ride or die

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Or like a lyrical automatic weapon that's put in a holster

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Wonderin in a fright what's the deal, was it real or just from last night's trip?

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Be free in society or a prison mate

We're still locked in, not a rakim or an eminem

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine