This is a song about "Being a death god"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

Brighter than a quazar, a golden god

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot