This is a song about "Gods love"

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

My understanding wasn't very good, gods only knew how to mock

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

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

So you better fight right for gods sake.

At an extremly alarming rate

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

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

I can always depend on my mama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

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

Creyente, believer in gods word

That bitch was racist, got me fired