This is a song about "Preach it"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Bitch i'm the shit

She says it, you do it

How bout we blow this bit

Yes we bout it bout it/

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

To teach all the prophets to preach

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

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

Im in it to win it. i did it. i killed it.

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

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