This is a song about "I m ur god when it comes to god"

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Cause it when its comes to rap, thats a game i play

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Give it to god and you'll pull through give it to god yeah he'll protect you

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Im the shit when it comes to the lyrics i spit,

They burn on every block

It all belongs to god

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

When it comes to rhymes, man, i guess i got a few

Hope all over again, we can start

Yeah but god damn when he rapped it he came hard!

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit