This is a song about "Call opon the gods"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Call up the exorcist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Creyente, believer in gods word

Could call me the procrastinator

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave