This is a song about "Rap like comet hazing"

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Money fast like eminem's rap

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

To raise above the sky like a comet

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry