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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I was a fiend before i became a teen

And i don't make no bed rock

I was listening to em rap god

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

Moms really getting mad when i call you that