This is a song about "The rhythm of god"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Hit them when i get gems with the venom in my rhythm

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god