This is a song about "Pastor"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

To many familar faces an regular occouring dangers when im filled with anger,

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

Say bye bye to her

In front of the pastor

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for