This is a song about "Rap gods"

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

Where every recipient, property of the state

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Just showing pride in what i do as i always say wow/ some rappers ain't no gods/