This is a song about "Churches chicken"

I wanna kill churches, they take your dollars they claim's for allah,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Winner winner chicken dinner

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

He thought his problem would be solved by visiting churches,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches