This is a song about "Pastor yip"

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

War is not peace it never ever was now were are learning all the wars like the scores really matter

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

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

This is just an indication that we still working

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

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

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

How the fuck a deal matter

In front of the pastor