This is a song about "God our saviour"

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Your our provider

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

God doesn't want us to defend with hate in our hearts, but spread joy and faith from nearest to far

It's better if you know god.

If you had, one shot

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

We are servants and god is our boss

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

We don't understand god

I make her cum a lot