This is a song about "True religion jeans"

Ima man of no religion

Catch you up on places i've been

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Or some treatment in religion

I wonder why we take from our women

Cant you see the true religion jeans

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

How bigotry is justified with twisting our religion,

To race or religion not even women

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done