This is a song about "God is dead"

Sunroof flow so over your head

Boom! now that she is dead

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

No one notice your plight

My god is the truth and light

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Like a church in debt

That rap is mostly dead/

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

That just shows my god is bigger

No hate there, all i'm sayin is that i only believe in one god and that's god

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught