This is a song about "I love you god"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Come there, if i don't even love you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

And show you that i love you

I think its love dont you think so

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I love you more than anything

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you