This is a song about "Bout god"

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Adam eve, devil god

That cellphone that i bought

Time ain't on her side

Thinkin bout suicide

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Bout saying go thinking bout what big wow relations ended no

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Exciting yes i'm talking bout

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash