This is a song about "Greek gods"

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

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

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Highest form of affection, physical connection

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

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Door bell ringing, i’ma heat it at the buzzer

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,