I Smoke Blunt To Take

Heaven Ain't Hard To Find; All You Gotta Do Is Look.

God Will Judge My Heart, Man Will Judge My Actions.

It Was Hell, Hugging My Mama From A Jail Cell.

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

If They Take Half The Buildings That They Use To Praise God And Give It To The Motherfuckers Who Need God We'd Be 'aight