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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

God help me i should be studying when i'm not,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Either take a closer look or you can choose to be blind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Why be a king when you can be a god?

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

There'd still be niggas out killing

Why be a king when you can be a god

Just searching for the perfect shot