This is a song about "Based god"

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Adam eve, devil god

O. trice always rep his block

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Dreaming too another religion based off of flying pigeons

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

My felonies are all based in memories

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice