This is a song about "The curch"

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

Still the man with the pan

Hoppin' out a van

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

As the king upon the throne

Whip, plane, motions own

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first