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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Then i'll rome with the gods, rip the acne from your face,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

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

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Coz you burn with the brightest flame

Searching for fortune and fame