This is a song about "Gods and afiad"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

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

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese