This is a song about "Dead priest"

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Need an appointment wanna be dead

To be a priest and speak aloud

In her defense she a part of the crowd

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

If not we're practically dead

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Got the priest reading sermons for the catholics,

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

So may be i should go to a priest

I respect that you don't know yet

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get