This is a song about "Beautiful gods"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

So you better fight right for gods sake.

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

So vigor you think i was godzilla, gods illa i'm gods filler,

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Creyente, believer in gods word