This is a song about "Call opon the gods"

Creyente, believer in gods word

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I still got haters

Somebody call the hearse

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Call this the money shot

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

Playing in the corn, wake up call

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

See, i like the person that you are

You call yourself the sinister,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late