This is a song about "American gods"

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Just showing pride in what i do as i always say wow/ some rappers ain't no gods/

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

And american music shows.

Live from the lamont's rose

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Guest spot on american bandstand

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards