This is a song about "Poetic god"

I'm that poetic diabetic i spit sweet try an get it

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

So you can call this poetic justice.

Can't wait til i see l.a., cause it's so scandalous

I fucking hate this job

It all belongs to god

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I am the poetic narcissist

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Declared myself a god

Fuck that job been around that block

So i took another shot

It's better if you know god.