This is a song about "Pastor"

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

In front of the pastor

I pipe in and one night her

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Nothing else matters, as long as i have the answers. come down on the game heavy as a sledge hammer.