This is a song about "Hack god"

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

You see him as a god

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Leaving god undefeated

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

Boys listening wishing to hack me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy