This is a song about "Pastor yip"

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

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

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

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

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

That's another topic, we should start a project

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Say bye bye to her

In front of the pastor

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra