This is a song about "Youth pastor"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

And i don't run counters no more

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

You dont know my name well im that gollings youth

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

I call her, no answer

In front of the pastor