This is a song about "Michael cleaning the church"

And the world is my church, and i'm the fucking lord almighty,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Listen to the church praise while i watch the water raise

Speak a few words to assure the church he was worthless

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

All the way up to church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Priests might even glance for the sake of the church.

Reading all this shit, yeah thats something i urge

Ill take you to church to get the blessing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing