This is a song about "Juan pastor"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

But shawty know i'm a rapper

In front of the pastor

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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