This is a song about "Church being greedy"

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Except to go and hear a church preacher

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

We're takin' shit out like greedy corporate ceo bankers,

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Reading all this shit, yeah thats something i urge

Like i'm a preacher delivering a sermon at church,

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

I go to church every saturday

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see