This is a song about "Roast god"

Park my plane right there

Roast beef medium rare

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

It all belongs to god

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Roast under a sauce of wine.

You're fucking with me, nigga

God bless america

I love the way you walk

You see him as a god

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

It's better if you know god.

By any means, if ya like it or not