This is a song about "God isn t real clean version"

Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Is this real life? god damn this is real life.

Another version of themselves but not me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

It was different version and a different style.

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Is this real life? god damn this is real life.