This is a song about "Depending on god"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

God and i are on shaky fucking relation

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Depending on whether or not it's worth it

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo