This is a song about "Practice your preach"

Life has put her to the test

I said practice makes perfect

But what happens when god's messenger doesn't practice what he preach

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

First class hoes, we on south beach

#scribble on my page and #preach

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Back to the gym so you can practice

U can rap fast with practice

Because your pops wasn't anxious

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet