This is a song about "Rap gods"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Creyente, believer in gods word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,

Then i'll rome with the gods, rip the acne from your face,

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die