This is a song about "The based god"

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

So take the stage just show me what you got

My god has the traps set

Like sally mae on college debt

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

But all decision i've ever made has been based on the dice

Its the way god made me

Dc, man over money

Ow god the supspense has been killing me,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for