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

Well, i can handle that

Leave the scene m rated

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

The rap god, like its shady's brain i'm extracting/

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

I"m the designated driver

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Like eminem i feel like a rap god