This is a song about "Pastor"

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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.

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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