This is a song about "God forbid"

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Monotheistic so they just believe in one god

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

I need to grow because god forbid

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

So he decided to contrite from god,

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block