This is a song about "Bert my safety god"

My god isnt dwayne johnson

I'm a son of gun

Gotta thank god for keeping my life cool.

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

My god rules the day and night

God, my life is a fucking disaster.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

God damn pull out my racks

But my god had my sins washed!

They don't hear my bark

Then lost her faith again

My god damn hottie dame