This is a song about "Ancient egypt gods"

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

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Creyente, believer in gods word

Americas in debt, but we turn around and give egypt, millions of dollars

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

And another for building from nothing like pyramids that are ancient

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

I don't care what it did to them

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late