This is a song about "Jehovah does all"

Jehovah spitness, young prodigy,

And all women who had light features, see

In yourself cause nobody else does,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

And picture me rollin

Does it stem from one sin

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Now all he does these days is sell beats and drink the whole bottle

And getting money is the song i sing

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Interjection: the heart is as the heart does/

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses