This is a song about "Oh my god i have ebola"

I thank my family and god himself

And everybody's having sex

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Oh my god you gotta see

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Oh, my... what did i do right?

I don't have a god, nobody commands me

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Oh my god, theres aliens

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Sneak, keep my lip low... i tripped, oh no!

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you