This is a song about "God forbid"

Adam eve, devil god

And i don't make no bed rock

With only two songs, look at what i did

You're sweet as can sell you like god forbid

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I need to grow because god forbid

Got a kid, i'll admit, i did slid, but god forbid,

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

God better forbid that i have a kid,

It all belongs to god

You chris, i rock