This is a song about "Coz am the gods clay"

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa

On my worst behavior coz there's nothin was the same/

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

If you wanted a date, don't come

Above the clouds, so, so tall. shall even the gods of earth fall.

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y