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

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Glory to god he is the key

You a lady boss, now you fly free

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Cuz you were the only woman i truly adored,

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

The dudes with the q's be proper

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

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.