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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

So rather follow the path of righteousness which is the mighty god

So get them ends hot

We don't understand god

Well now what've we got: a though of no god, life without a plot,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

At an extremly alarming rate

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

If god is up above/then what are we here for?/