This is a song about "Jon douglas geathers"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break

And it spills somber laughter as reality is lost

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I massacre you while you are on the jon

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Remain somber, lead a scholar so he won't have to become a robber,

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother