This is a song about "Gods creations"

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

I got something you've been waiting for

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

Peep me how i'm raising up the capital from nathan

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Got a killer flow from the llama

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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