This is a song about "Murder priest"

This verbal murder spree

Hey, must be the money

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Yellin at my father in front of the church sayin fuck you and the kindergarten priest fucker,

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

Can't you see these verses flying out my mouth like a hyperactive priest

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Got the priest reading sermons for the catholics,

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

With intent to commit murder

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Just like a priest whose preaching on high