This is a song about "Finally in trill gods"

Got the skills to pay the bills, stay trill

I used to be the most humble until

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

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Im just an average white kid, nah i aint (freaking) trill

Creyente, believer in gods word

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Doomed by gods stupidity

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The demon in me finally awakened

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

I want to fight the music on this one