This is a song about "Based god"

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Stuck between a rock and ahard place, nothing they say is based

You based your life off of 50's shit

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

But all decision i've ever made has been based on the dice

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

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe