This is a song about "Creepypasta sally"

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Those are your wounds this is the salt

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Must be something you want me to see

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

I was listening to em rap god

Adam sandler, verses that'll rip your face off like a polar bear

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby