This is a song about "Diss pastor"

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Cause you are on the diss,

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Or know them testament verses

Spit a poem or a diss

I dont try to diss you

And all the shit you went through

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss