This is a song about "O my god"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

But my god had my sins washed!

So rest your weary heart

Beach on the weekend

God, i'm just doing my best

Mother, o my mother!

That's what rains for

My name is icy kash. yours is a piece o' shit.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

It ain't where i been

God will stay as my passion

For setting up traps

God damn pull out my racks

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop