This is a song about "Take her to church"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Take her to my place put a rag on her face and pour water on it/

It didnt take long for me to write her ballad

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Bars change a nigga life

Take her back to where i live

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

I'll take a hammer to her new piano

When i'm ready and willing to take all of this cancer pain for her.

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Except to go and hear a church preacher

Take her back to where i live

Rollin' down the four o five

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

You had to say you rather take your sister 'n fuck her