This is a song about "H god"

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

That cellphone that i bought

We don't understand god

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h