This is a song about "You think your rap 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?

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

Im rap god you fuckin bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

You think your at the top of the rap game, well fuck heights

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage