This is a song about "Preach"

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

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Rich white men control this nation, they're praying and preach,

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

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

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

#scribble on my page and #preach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

So listen to the words that i preach on this track

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her