This is a song about "Rap gods"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Then i gain back like chakra cause only gods know

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Got a killer flow from the llama