This is a song about "Preach"

Reiterate it so fluidly, as if to preach to the choir

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

All the apostles that tried to preach us

And i ain't never plan to be famous

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

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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

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