This is a song about "God of bridding"

So pretentious with no potential

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

I'm activated by the moves your making

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

No god dam way of communication

Imma mystery man who sheds light with my lines of a god,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

She can only take so much more than her heart got

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god