This is a song about "Rag god"

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

You rag on me but say your a friend

We don't understand god

I love the way you walk

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Rag on the carols and britney's that won't get with me

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Adam eve, devil god

Red dots cause i’m red hot