This is a song about "Preach"

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

To teach all the prophets to preach

Bitch get out my face and let me preach

Young thing said she never been to south beach

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

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

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

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

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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