This is a song about "Ancient egypt gods"

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Making rappers go ape shit giving inspiration to live until you're ancient

Know nobody's perfect im holy but even gods sin,

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

My all gold rolly or the

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

You know we kick it like everyday

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

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