This is a song about "Being rap god"

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Some day i'm gonna be a rap god,nah i'm a god not

Rap lord i play god big hood maestro

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

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

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks