This is a song about "Gods of indifference"

Creyente, believer in gods word

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

This is no trial, this a closed case

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion