This is a song about "Image of god"

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Is the image of the insane, subliminal ties, to stabilize our minds,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

They call me the god of night and the king of days

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Trying to uphold her image of venue

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

So rather follow the path of righteousness which is the mighty god

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk