Lyrics:

A song uploaded to Fat Mike’s Soundcloud along with “Bluddy Katon” in 2014. X wrote this for his uncle who commited suicide. The song was intended to have Nyora Spouse as a feature.
God
Who the fuck is—?
Who the fuck is—?
Ayy
Cocaine
Ayy

Two shots for me and fuckin' Jesus himself
Who the fuck signed the petition givin' Jesus the belt?
Tie it around his neck and get to fuckin' bucklin' up
For every moment I counted on him, I'm fuckin' him up
Torture victims are due to scriptures, it's written as such
So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
Cut his tongue out and hammered fuckin' nails in his skull
Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
If there's a fuckin' God, I wanna slit his fuckin' throat
And feed his organs to the children
And, shower solutions to the black and the white
And, endless indulgence to the youth in the night
Cold scripture all use to be causin' a rut
Drownin' women and many children and pillagin' trust
Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of themself
He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf, and so

Who the fuck is God?
Who the fuck is God?
I said, who the fuck is God?
Is he a trap star or rockstar
Or the president
Doesn't leave many men, innocent (Yah)
Yeah, see, living for a reason I don't know
Fuck your ho
It's Sully the Chief God
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Society is a parasite that darkens the soul
Keeping us ignorant and under control
Our heart's growing colder as our ego takes over
Drugs numb the pain that I carry on my shoulder
Smoking all this weed hoping that God forgives me
While I stand and refuse to bow down on my knees
Bow down on my knees
Fuck that, smoke that DMT

You never seen the shit I seen
Pullin' up in beams smoke by the steam
Once had hood dreams all about the cream
Then you with the team, servin' up the fiends
Poppy and a spleen, don't fuck with it
Now let me take you back to the story, that I once told
Ayy, ayy, that I once told