This is a song about "Black god"

We don't understand god

Like a fiend off the best rock

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

It all belongs to god

That's all i got

Last time i checked the president was black

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Who happens to be black

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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