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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Its a sickness , i can't resist these bitches thickness,how could god leave

Well, i can handle that

I don't know how to rap,

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Forgot and lost what i became,