This is a song about "Saviour god"

From that day i don't know god.

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I'm waiting for emancipation, saviors talk to god,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

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

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

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

We don't understand god

So get them ends hot

She ain't got a man

To bensalem and god damn

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please