The pastor aint speakin,
No one has even seen him,
He aint speakin,
So yo mama aint eatin the words,
And ya hoe of a sister in the back skeet skeetin,
Its a shame, and you know that lil bitty needs a beatin,
But its ok when the nigga that she ridin should be preachin.
So tell me whats the meanin, i can never feel the glory,
Why tf do we go to church when aint no nigga holy?
While im searchin for a point let me roll up and choke on a joint, inhale your Bs and exhale magic as if im tryin to change a love story that will forever remain tragic.
