This is a song about "Comparing the right woman ro god"

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

You gotta treat a woman right, not sleep with them all

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I bring the ruckus to these other suckas, no comparing him

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

The you should look up in the stars

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Into half of the woman that she used to be yesterday.

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I let god drive because i'm too drunk to keep on the right

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

God of the underworld stunt

Scrilla fan, oh boy and