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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

To be a priest and speak aloud

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

Oh its over whole time she knows this

She say something something spanish

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Talking to a thinking motherfucker, mind you

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

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

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out