This is a song about "Michael cleaning the church"

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

I can smell it when i go outside

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Climb to the church steeple and resign myself to my sinner's fate/

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

All the way up to church

Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

And make me end up like the 16th street baptist church case

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face