This is a song about "God of brie"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

You know that love is a very serious thing

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Im a god of anything i put ma mind to

God of the sky, yes i will be roaring

And getting money is the song i sing