This is a song about "How i m a god"

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

I am beginning to feel like a rap god

If a nigga didn't fake like them

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

You in debt to the game success is expected

Involuntary journey, just how god intended

And let them lames get your old number

Where did i go wrong, god how did i lose her

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Involuntary journey, just how god intended

I am slightly offended, slightly demented