This is a song about "Depending on god"

And all my childhood memories

God didn't respond, even on his knees

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Im a god on the mic

Still listen to big

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Why would god put labels on his own creations

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Oh wait, you got a little 1 depending on you,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

And im god, she on her ker knees for me

God and i are on shaky fucking relation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin