This is a song about "Revenge murder pastor bullet"

She said she's never had a man

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

And lived to get revenge and kill him.

How you hold in emotion

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

This is called revenge and it's best served cold

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

A shooting range with bullet limits

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap