This is a song about "Lyrical gods"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Got a killer flow from the llama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come