This is a song about "Greek gods and goddesses"

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

Put expressions in their music and create the face

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

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

Coroners comfort your mama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

What up girl, tell me how you been

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,