This is a song about "Worship"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

We all worship him and we're his hand tool

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Shit they rappers you worship is on some pathetic spit

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Humans worship me, caressin my body til their fingers numb

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Now worship me i'm a snake-goddamn allah!

You worship weed like its shit you need, makin your mind jittery,

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery