This is a song about "Every one who worship god see success"

I'm poor but i want success, i don't know who to write to,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Brutally killing every syllable, see?/

// [who they came to see]

And my kick game beyond crazy

Achieving success by killing those who would lie to me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Imma mystery man who sheds light with my lines of a god,

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Monotheistic so they just believe in one god

How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil