This is a song about "I m the god of rap"

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Don't fuck around and make it true

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

I am the personification of rap

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I am beginning to feel like a rap god

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