This is a song about "Revenge murder pastor bulle"

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

The underground will dumb it down, revenge will come around,

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

J. cole's her ghost writer

Thoughts of bloody murder.

This is called revenge and it's best served cold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I call her, no answer

In front of the pastor

Went and started my revenge, took all my bullys to the benge,

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder