This is a song about "Finally in trill gods"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Getting pentakills like #jmills, stay trill

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Got the skills to pay the bills, stay trill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

But now i'm in a community that supports me, so i can finally be understood

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she