This is a song about "I m rapper i thank god"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Live off my lie and my lullaby

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I aint really a rapper

I said i'm hurting her

So i thank god for hater i've accumulated,

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

But they say we ain't big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race