This is a song about "Praying to god"

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

He's sitting in a pit of conscience, praying to launch this

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Desperately praying above guess what god said to me

Maybe praying to god didn't work so he's now got the devil's grip.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot