This is a song about "Egyptian gods"

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Mixed with egyptian nile,i run for they miles,

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Bitch, they call it motor city

Doomed by gods stupidity