This is a song about "Pastor yip"

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Say bye bye to her

In front of the pastor

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Keeping artist shattered,some say i shoot lyrics crazily call me the mad hatter.

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

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush