This is a song about "Juan pastor"

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I don’t care where ya are

In front of the pastor

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

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

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor