This is a song about "Gods kid"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I'm hoping i'm ropin' the trojan

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa