This is a song about "Im a rat who is the true mc"

Now god is a murderer this much is true.

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Every verse is a bastard like who is the father

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The mc rappers envy got the people in a frenzy

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you