This is a song about "A spanish priest talking to native americans"

Help open the eyes of the americans, we need to shut him down

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I'm in it to win it. i don't give a fuck what you're talking 'bout

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Single father raising hits, ending them makes me a native then

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

She got a face to die for talking grim reaper

Talking to myself cause i fear i'm morphing to a new me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Man its fine ill be good in the morning got some women who are dyin to performing

I perspire too often i require an option to retire to talking