This is a song about "Modern god"

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

I killed my manager with an iron

In the urban envrionemt of modern

We don't understand god

Well man i do the yacht

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet