This is a song about "Thank u god"

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Speak to us....and we tell u in god we trust

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

God damn head , maybe u got a

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

No thank you, just fuck you,

Screams,i thought we killed em,thank god he didn't the thought of children

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

And thank doom for his herbs/

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words