This is a song about "Preacher s son"

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Girls fast how jamaicans run

And that i spent the night with her

Except to go and hear a church preacher

Religious or not, i'll change you and be your preacher

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

With a different sounding riff pounding ya brain insane like a preacher

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

My records sell, yes sir

Got mass like a catholic preacher

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

That's the work of the reaper, doing contracts for the preacher,