This is a song about "On god"

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

God sake's now man turn your shine on

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

It is said to be more powerful than god on crack,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Im a god on the mic

And im god, she on her ker knees for me

Let me rideuntil i get free

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Money on my mind as god as my witness