This is a song about "Based god"

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

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

You chris, i rock

It all belongs to god

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

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Fake based in the area

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

My felonies are all based in memories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

You based your life off of 50's shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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