This is a song about "Gods dick"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

So you better fight right for gods sake.

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Buy my dick, man whys my dick

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Can barely walk the city streets