This is a song about "American gods"

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Coroners comfort your mama

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

This is what the american government has urged,

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

So you better fight right for gods sake.

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream