This is a song about "Supreme god"

It all belongs to god

Living if she is or not

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

It will be a life supreme

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

All that ass in your jeans

I rap supreme no need for dreams

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

Declared myself a god

And i don't make no bed rock