This is a song about "Rap gods"

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I can always depend on my mama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

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/

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

My understanding wasn't very good, gods only knew how to mock

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger