This is a song about "God of lighting"

Doctor: dear god, please tell me this is part of a skit

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

But nah, he is quite different

God of the underworld stunt

Been running around trying find a job

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine