This is a song about "Hack god"

And hack your wack ass in 3 imagine me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I don't consider most of yall rappers, just another literary hack

We will hack and cough till we choke

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

And laugh at you while they slowly hack you with hatchets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Spin back/ swallow a tic-tac/ for the good breath/ fv is back/ but this ain't no hack/

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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