This is a song about "Im a rap godz s"

But im a guy who loves to speak rap

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Im admitedly full of mad rage and locked in a no rap cage

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Learn to rap im just so clever kiling mc's is a no sweater

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Just wanna rap and thats a fact that is why im tracing.

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Me im a vet in rap pad u a rap fad my bars