This is a song about "God of lighting"

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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