This is a song about "Call opon the gods"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner

Regardless to all them, i appease her

You call yourself the sinister,

Call this the money shot

And i don't make no bed rock

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

And now that i’m getting money

One day my dream will come opon on me

Somebody call the hearse

If i sent my dad letters

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Lookin up the gods everynight and day