This is a song about "You are my god"

Oh my god you gotta see

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

You are my alchemist, female professor croll

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

You are inferior to my material.

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

But i swear to god imma finish you, and this is my conclusion

You see my lyrics are far superior

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Hit you with a "oh my" followed by a "god damn"

At home they comparin this situation to nam

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Oh my god you some holy rollers spark that shit

We are servants and god is our boss

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars