This is a song about "Oh my god"

Oh my god you some holy rollers spark that shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Oh my god, theres aliens

God damn pull out my racks

Man it’s the killer tracks

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Reaches for the razor in the dresser drawer, oh god this can't be good

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Oh my god i'm so tired of these rappers thinking