This is a song about "Priests"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

Priests might even glance for the sake of the church.

Blasphemy becomes me while priests are preying in churches

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids