This is a song about "Greek gods and goddes"

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

I'm in my other car

Whip bitches with greek tar.

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

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

With me/ why did gods and their fate stop to relate/ our paths and not

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

You could say i'm friends with fred

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only