This is a song about "God of brie"

Ha, running rebel on another level

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

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

You wanna be a god instead of a king,