This is a song about "Cows and gods"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

A thug niggas in tha house

Cows in the slaughterhouse

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Know nobody's perfect im holy but even gods sin,

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

With me/ why did gods and their fate stop to relate/ our paths and not

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Lets get to spittin, yo ass will be splittin 2 halves, dude u buttfucked 2 cows,