This is a song about "Call opon the gods"

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

One day my dream will come opon on me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Regardless to all them, i appease her

You call yourself the sinister,

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Call up the exorcist