This is a song about "Vape god"

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

From that day i don't know god.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Its the way god made me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Monotheistic so they just believe in one god

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

God bless america

You're fucking with me, nigga