This is a song about "Gods creations"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

To be infatuated with creations

So here i am at the store for some chips

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Why would god put labels on his own creations

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation.

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love