This is a song about "Rap like comethazine"

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Money fast like eminem's rap

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

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

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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