This is a song about "Gods home"

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

Doomed by gods stupidity

I like my girls smart, skinny

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

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

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six