This is a song about "Pastor rayy"

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

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

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

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

In front of the pastor

Took the van, went snatch her

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for