This is a song about "I love church"

I like to use the word like love.

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

It's just textbook stuff

I really tried to show love

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Listen to the church praise while i watch the water raise

Must be something you want me to see

I go to church every saturday

I love my life, and i love my wife

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I love thee with a love i seemed to lose

Now concentrate until you get the juice