This is a song about "No god"

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

No need to pray, god dont forive for self murder thats what the bible say

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

And god knows i have no patience

The jiggas and the tips

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

You slaughtered the lamb of god, for your work you get no raise!

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.