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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

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

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

"are you talking back to me?

Cause some of you bitches funny

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

But i slaughter beats like a satanic priest