This is a song about "What a mighty god we serve"

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

But i'm a mighty duck not to be underestimated

We don't understand god

Cause i break it out a lot

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Dear god, i think it's time we had a conversation

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

What a crazy year it has been, thank god i've got thick skin.

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation