This is a song about "God he us able"

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

We're motherfucking kcb, no body is able to outdo us.

He would make sure i wouldn't be able to see

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

His bars so sweet i'm just wishing he would feed us

But god must have been busy, cause he failed to reach out,

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Able to do anything, he can adapt,

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

He reassures us that we're hip with every verse he completes