This is a song about "Gods home"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

My all gold rolly or the

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Just showing pride in what i do as i always say wow/ some rappers ain't no gods/

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh