This is a song about "Pastor yip"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

In front of the pastor

How the fuck a deal matter

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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.