This is a song about "Gentile"

So call me paul revere cause she was cummin' until i finished.

Take the time to revise my design, you silly nitwit

You're bat skills won't matter when i'm on missionary

This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

So while you worry about the hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Thoughts of immortality

My personality is full of criminality

Paul mason is faster than you

She just wanted the last, thought i wanted it too