This is a song about "Child of god"

The wrong drink, the right work

God of the underworld

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god

Trying to get his life together, or what not

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

16 years old taking care of child that wasnt my own,