This is a song about "Bout god"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Leaving god undefeated

Bet i'm heavy with that

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

Just searching for the perfect shot

It all belongs to god

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

It's better if you know god.