This is a song about "Youth services in church"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

A young naive obnoxious youth, the cops in hot pursuit,

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Even though i'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

They knew lucifer, a stupid youth caged in his realms,

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

I'll pray to god in church and ask if hes merged with a rapper

And served it to the public on a silver platter

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

Than antichrists soaked in afterbirth in a catholic church,