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

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Yeah, and in god we trust? its too bad this economy's a bust

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Need the mighty duck's luck, or a knuckle puck