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

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

That i don't pray to the sky, please i'm beggin' you god

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

So i went down south but i ended up north

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

You woman are cray, but hayyyy! i'm here to fucking slay.

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance