This is a song about "Based god"

God bless america

You're fucking with me, nigga

Adam eve, devil god

And i don't make no bed rock

We don't understand god

They burn on every block

So get them ends hot

You see him as a god

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

I can only imagine, uncle bob

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Pray to the based god you don't catch the fury/

Almost lost my life to the industry

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Got a bad taste from this hate-based race i hope they got their necks braced