This is a song about "O my god"

Oh my god, theres aliens

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Mother, o my mother

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Mother, o my mother!

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

I just call it …remember all the dough

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

My god damn hottie dame

Hallow be thy name

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.