This is a song about "The people"

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

The people are waiting

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Everyday bless the several people missing.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

The revolution has arrived

But all the people to blind

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Now pray, the steeple only help some people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt