This is a song about "I am the rap god"

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I say fuck this rap, i am done

I wonder why we take from our women

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I'm the fucking genesis , the rap god turned belligerent , i know you gotten

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Rap lord i play god big hood maestro

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

I am beginning to feel like a rap god

Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god