This is a song about "Preach"

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

Now let us start to preach, with a tale to scar you deep

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

That dont preach me, that aint peachy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Is at his feet, the crowd they reach, to sing and preach/

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

You see, why should i preach when everyone knows this,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Since i quarter dimes in order n' preach crack in holy water

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