This is a song about "Pastor"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

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

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

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter