V.1
God and man have broken up my dirty, just like Destiny's Child
We need a Nas and Jigga, we Christians call that, to reconcile
Now what's beef? worse than part uno, dos, tres
It's mankind steady dying, walking apart from grace
The unseen is sin, it's circulating like cancer cells
You selling work, Christ the Savior come through and cancel your sale
He's calling men to repent, just dirty answer your cell
And He can cancel convicted felons from satan's jail
Since Adam sin, this fallen world, we've entered and fell
And broken God's laws, now all sentenced to hell
But you want them spinning rims, spinning on them big wheels
Big thrills, plus you want you five chicks like 5th wheel
I be on that Christian life, you be on that kryptonite
Where you gonna be if you and your peeps happen to slip tonight
That's why you see Christians write gospel raps and gospel hymns
You can learn a lesson paying attention to them revolving rims

V.2
Instead of rolling with the Holy Ghost, cat's rather roll on 24s
Gripping grain, switching lanes, gain the world just to lose their soul
Man it's hard for me to see you perish, just to cop something with 80 carats
Listen, Christians will inherit more than Nikki Hilton and Paris
Yeah you riding old school, 64 Chevy Impala
Yeah it's cool but what if you get to heaven and can't call Him Father
Get to heaven and gotta call Him judge coz you loved blowing swisher sweets
Coz your love truly was more putting spreewells on your feet
So that means that you esteem material things over the King
Rolling Jeeps with plenty screens than have peace with G-O-D
Jesus said that He's the Christ, shining bright like Neon lights
Jesus said that He's the Christ, shining bright like Neon lights
But our hearts love the dark, plus our deeds are evil man
Check the hood, that's why thugs let them desert eagles bang
But life is spinning like them rims, let us in? man He can't
After we die, if we deny Him just to ride on that candy paint
V.3
Yeah it's true, Jesus does love the hood man
Especially cats whose recipe is that wood grain
Mixed with that gloss on that Chevy, off in that candy paint
Who's getting bent off in they sin from drinking that drink
But it's these same ones, He'll cut off and separate 'em
From His love and His grace, He's given us an ultimatum
On a scale from 1 to 10, coz our sin, zero we rate Him
We were shaped in this sin, now our nature makes us hate Him