This is a song about "Gods kid"

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

So vigor you think i was godzilla, gods illa i'm gods filler,

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Mama made her pretty

Doomed by gods stupidity

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

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