This is a song about "Gods life"

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Coroners comfort your mama

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Know nobody's perfect im holy but even gods sin,

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

They believe they are gods, with this vision i set out on a mission

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

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

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Doomed by gods stupidity

Then i gain back like chakra cause only gods know

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough