This is a song about "Kevin s a god"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

S on my chest like a superman vest

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

That's all i got

You see him as a god

Life is a greatest gift, from god

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Seems like there s a killer on the scene