This is a song about "Gods and dirt backs"

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Buss a niggas face up , and leave him where the dirt be

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

With me/ why did gods and their fate stop to relate/ our paths and not

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

To me and the rest of the world you are worth less than dirt

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

To their backs and attract the black on black