This is a song about "God and silly stuff"

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Caught myself puttin' rap first and other stuff under

And go to sleep, with stoner dreams that's keeping me from hating stuff

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

My girl finished high school and she got her a degree

And all the stuff that you went through

The boa know they loving the crew

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

To this silly game and now all i feel is pain.