This is a song about "Allah"

Now worship me i'm a snake-goddamn allah!

I can always depend on my mama

In the name of allah the beneficent, the merciful

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Allah, not even dat

You know, work that

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Ignored 'em, went to the mosque, ask allah for increase of my sloggin'//

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

Who praise me like allah

Now hey little mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

I’m elohim, god, and allah