This is a song about "Gods dick"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

Know nobody's perfect im holy but even gods sin,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

So i can understand police victims

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done