This is a song about "Life with god"

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

Reflecting how's my life if stay to the god power.

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

With this god up above watching us below

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

God told two one eight, not to fill my mind with hate, but hey god its to late,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Carved by the god with all his passion,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Well now what've we got: a though of no god, life without a plot,