This is a song about "Today we have to dance salsa in the church how bad is that"

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

All the way up to church

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Really i was the one trying to dance

That's the shit that we address, admire how we talk about it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Cause utopia's the place that we wish to live in

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hey, today is the day that we put the game out it’s misery,

Now i have to know what there is in the beyond

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

But is necessary to just hate inside a friar's church,