This is a song about "Gods son"

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

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

Better or worse, the center of attention

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Yeah bitch this date's done

Damn.... can you keep up son?