This is a song about "Son of god"

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

No god dam way of communication

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

So rather follow the path of righteousness which is the mighty god

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got