This is a song about "You think your a god"

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Why be a king when you can be a god

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

"my god, you pay for your friends?" i'll take that as a compliment

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

You must think your hard but your a retard.

Step up if you think your a contender ill leave you tender

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Just think if i had a brain in it, thank god that i don't

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost