This is a song about "Cows and gods"

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

Creyente, believer in gods word

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Though. i got that liquid courage and aspiration, take your girl maker her bounce

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

Cows in the slaughterhouse

Start beef bigger then your spouse

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

Doomed by gods stupidity

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free