This is a song about "Why be kung when you can be a god"

How can you be on the same page when you skipped the first hundred pages?

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

You can be my crazy wife

And when i start to rise

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Be a king? think not, why be a king when you can be a god?

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

I know i can be a bitch, but i do love you

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Why be a king when you can be a god

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Why i gotta be such a block head

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free