This is a song about "Gods and dirt backs"

From responsibility to its dirt

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And what i wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Im going in and grasping the dirt even if its coated with gravel

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams