This is a song about "Pastor"

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

Then the stars don't even matter

In front of the pastor

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

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

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