This is a song about "God about my money"

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

God bitch, you about to make me suffocate!

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

My god has the biggest jaw

Yea, my middle finger to the law

God damn pull out my racks

They just wanna dance