This is a song about "Thank you god"

For this, i thank the lord

Thank you for your support,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Just think if i had a brain in it, thank god that i don't

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Will you shake my hand and so no thank you

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I thank my family and god himself

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one