This is a song about "Loving moms with god"

God wouldnt save you cause his name start with a g

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

While pleading with their god asking if it is their time

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

With this god up above watching us below

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests