This is a song about "Farting preacher"

I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

You're my reflection and all i see is you

And if all of those teachings the preacher said are true

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Once i knew a preacher

Got mass like a catholic preacher

I think it excited her

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Ain't religious so don't call me a preacher

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So as your teacher im going to talk to like im a preacher,