This is a song about "God not dead"

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Some day i'm gonna be a rap god,nah i'm a god not

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

And please never disrespect my set

If not we're practically dead

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

God help me i should be studying when i'm not,

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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