This is a song about "Rap skill god"

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

People say shit to me like its easy write a rap, it takes no skill,

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

My damn fire been lit, my rap skill be tough shit

One is mr carter and another is rap god...

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Rap lord i play god big hood maestro

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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