This is a song about "Rap god me"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Like you to me ima rap god past hard

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I rap like the god you can call me zeus,

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Just discovered rap like god threw me a bone, freshly uncovered

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

All i want is you baby

Its the way god made me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

I am beginning to feel like a rap god

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Rap lord i play god big hood maestro