This is a song about "I m metis nigga so call me deus"

Call me blood thirsty corpuscles hungry i am devouring mc's and so they run

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Is written in our souls, africa

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

I have no eyes i have no eyes call me so blind

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

So call me red cos i beat elite fours