With your jump on to the church, go get a pastor cause your old son curse mese face plurt
With the old son to the church, prepare the casket to drive it inna the hearse
We murder your son and his we come first, and we a get the money tomorrow inna the personal selector
We unno got dem nuh word, dem only know how to trace like some woman and curse
We wear some tight up clothes and some skirt, dem go talk bout dem