This is a song about "Unashamed of god"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

Blessed to teach the work of god through my bloody hands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Look at you acting unashamed

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

God of the underworld stunt

Enforce, i'm elegant and

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I'm not a child of god but i desire props

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god