This is a song about "Good god"

It all belongs to god

Living if she is or not

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

God damn it feels so good to get this off my chest

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

We don't understand god

Well man i do the yacht

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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