This is a song about "American gods"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Succeed in what you love the american dream

The bitches is everything in between

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

And bijies like im out and

Guest spot on american bandstand

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

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