This is a song about "Juan pastor"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

In front of the pastor

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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