This is a song about "Greece and persia"

If he does my soul to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Niggas is unifying as we speak

And stop playing hide and seek,

As: i know just what you mean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I'm in ancient greece, getting head from aphrodite

And all women who had light features, see

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

And their mothers and fathers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

You feel it from your head to your toes