This is a song about "How i became a rap god"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

The rest of my life as a buster ??? i was ten and became

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I am beginning to feel like a rap god

Murdered every bod from my squad

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

I don't know how to rap,

The door crack, niggas all black