This is a song about "God not dead"

If i did not do the things i do i would be dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And thats sickening but me im not god and i will not judge

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Be a king? think not, why be a king when you can be a god?

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

And i should not be woken, i'm the walking dead

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

God told two one eight, not to fill my mind with hate, but hey god its to late,

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Screamed it was hurting ,ha not even a woman of god could take this dick

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Now i can look ahead, not dead yet