This is a song about "Hack god"

So i took another shot

We don't understand god

We will hack and cough till we choke

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

And laugh at you while they slowly hack you with hatchets

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Yeah life's a game, hack it, try getting cheats

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

You feel that hefty twinge in your back you fuckin hack.

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

I'm like the bill gates of rap, this games for me to hack