This is a song about "God no cusing"

Well now what've we got: a though of no god, life without a plot,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Damn i miss her , put no one above her but god she still first

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

No need to pray, god dont forive for self murder thats what the bible say

Their god given complexion, no exceptions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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