This is a song about "Gods son"

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Think fast, fast women

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

// [but the kid is not my son]

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Doomed by gods stupidity