This is a song about "Pastor yip"

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

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

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

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

In front of the pastor

Then the stars don't even matter

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

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

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

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

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

This is just an indication that we still working