[Verse 1:]
This is my mothafuckin’ message to God, what's up dog how you doin'
I know you keepin' it movin', I'm hopin' business is boomin'
And as a human, hope I'm proving myself
Give me a little review, and I'm fine with finetunin' myself

If you assign me a spot, I'm gettin' ready for move-in
I'm cool with really any room of your choosing
I hope it's not a problem I been boozin'
And steady smokin' Cubans, life of a student can be consuming, that's all

And I'm not foolin' anybody, I'm a hypocrite
I've committed sins that'd make you think that I'm an idiot
And you omniscient, and I'm tryin' to slip shit right past you
Bet you could figure out all my secrets if I asked you

Apologizing? I've considered it
Heard that you're considerate, forgiving and all that
I could spell it out, and leave a message, you'd call back
Then I'd be up in heaven giving Peter and Paul daps, but

In my head, I often wish and pretend
And picture if your crib is like it is in This Is The End
Is it fixing amends, writing scripture with pens?
Or is it people smoking Swishers, pouring mixers with friends?

Well, shit, I really wish it's the latter, 'cause up the ladder
I'm expecting silver dishes and platters
Bet I'll never wash the dirty plates, once I'm past the pearly gates
I just need a list that's scripting every step this journey takes

And I'ma follow 'em, like a disciple, I'll read the Bible
Be retitled into Archangel Michael
I'll worship Yeezus and Hova, I'll buy premium Tidal
And only chief organic weed and buy Ephesians on vinyl

I'll find everyone alive that's toting a .45
Go and tell 'em switch it for the fourth and the fifth
And if they get pissed, or if they wonder what the matter is
I'll just tell 'em I just wanna meet a kid from Nazareth

[Verse 2:]
You're not forsaken, when I'm making mistakes
Shaking hands and breaking hearts, and reconsidering the road I'm taking
My brain is vacant, in a bar, my liver aches
My mind escaped and ran away from me, just promise that you'll pray for me

I know my actions carry weight for when you grade me
My rating tanked like I'm AP with a braced knee
Throwing Hail Marys, like I'm Flutie in boston, it gets exhausting
When I'm looking for grace, I slip and land on my face

Faith drowned out in all this sound, and I'm in, the club
Hearing Flocka at the loudest it's been
Just drop a pin, so your location pops up right on my thing
I'll meet your boy out on the block a couple down from Berlin

"I haven't seen you since the Shroud of Turin, it's been a minute
I couldn't reach you, man, you switch your digits? shit
‘Cause I'm your servant but it's hard without no service, not on purpose
That I wasn't replying, cause I been trying and trying"

He's like "You're lying, why you even waste it on me?"
I'm like "Jesus, yo, you wylin', laughing crying face emoji
C'mon, homie, you know me," I said boldly
He looked me over once and this is what he told me, said

"Your cheeks so red, I swear you got a burnt face
Look around at where we're talking in the first place
All of these people have the worst of concerns, I know you're hurt
You're sitting on a curb and slurring your words"

And I'm like “yeah, fine, took nine shots with lime
But you'd have to be lying if you don't love a little wine"
But I don't think he's amused, he’s like, "Dude
You gotta chill it with the liver abuse"

I look around for my group, but it's completely reduced
It's just me and all the puke on my shoes, well
It's kinda odd, but I chuckle and nod
And think about the little moment that I chatted with God, God damn