This is a song about "Bout god"

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Yes we bout it bout it/

Like he back that shit

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

So don't ask me why they strung out

Yeahh man you know what im talking bout

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

We dig the plot and never bury pot

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

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Or let the mob handle that

Leaving god undefeated