This is a song about "Bleeding gods"

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

When the rest of her is tied up, endlessly bleeding

And how it feels to feel that feeling

And somehow i was bleeding

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Dark thought brooding, leaking and bleeding

This is what i'm needing, stopped this eternal bleeding

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Got a killer flow from the llama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.