This is a song about "Revenge murder pastor bullet"

Playboy, i don't own that man

Do you hear the bullet clang?

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Of one day getting older

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

In front of the pastor

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them