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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

There's a mighty fine clipped in gat

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

To get them niggas while they laid back

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

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