This is a song about "Gods creations"

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Creyente, believer in gods word

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Why would god put labels on his own creations

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

So you better fight right for gods sake.

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

So both of our imaginations are creations of the situation

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

But you never come when you period is five days

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.