This is a song about "You better worship me"

You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

They say that i never cease to amaze

Your better than me what? "you gays"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Celestial sphere, you better fear me

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

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

You better be ready to face me, cause it's do or die

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck