This is a song about "God shit"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

God forgive me for my sinnin but shit i got these fucking stacks tho

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

So ima end it this shit with a cut god excuse this

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Can't be called a god cause of shit i write, right?

Adam eve, devil god

Fuck that job been around that block

Let me see you walk

It all belongs to god