This is a song about "Pastor"

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

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

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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

To many familar faces an regular occouring dangers when im filled with anger,

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 can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her