This is a song about "Pastor"

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

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

In front of the pastor

You gon' tip her

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

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.

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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