This is a song about "Greek gods"

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Creyente, believer in gods word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

Doomed by gods stupidity

The weed in me is real sticky

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Just showing pride in what i do as i always say wow/ some rappers ain't no gods/