This is a song about "Finally in trill gods"

Talkin bout that trill life

We hustle to survive

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

He seemed so sincere, so she finally gave in

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Drake. but i'm stuck in this wake, this place, oh for gods sake let me out!

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

But five years from now i bet she see

Doomed by gods stupidity

Getting pentakills like #jmills, stay trill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing