This is a song about "Rap gods"

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Can’t you see just how long my run

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

So you better fight right for gods sake.

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Know nobody's perfect im holy but even gods sin,

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

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/

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks