This is a song about "God is dead"

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

And please never disrespect my set

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Glory to god he is the key

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

God, my life is a fucking disaster.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

He say, she say, oh my god

But god is still the rock

Just searching for the perfect shot

Life is a greatest gift, from god

Christine is found dead, that very next day

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.