This is a song about "Finally in trill gods"

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I can finally rest in piece and sit in my wooden chair.

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

So vigor you think i was godzilla, gods illa i'm gods filler,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

Just come back to me so i can finally live in peace

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I'm the new generation generatin hate an pussy penetratin, spittin fireballs worse than satan

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

He seemed so sincere, so she finally gave in

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

I keep it trill like mister hudson.