This is a song about "Preacher s son"

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Ha, running rebel on another level

From the preacher cuz you're the devil

I don’t care where ya are

Once i knew a preacher

Get on my level son

Mami... she open, she open

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

So as your teacher im going to talk to like im a preacher,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Like i'm a preacher delivering a sermon at church,

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,