This is a song about "Bleeding gods"

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And is it worth bleeding

Preaching that i gotta enforce the bleeding

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Seeing that your blood vessels are no longer bleeding

Creyente, believer in gods word

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late