This is a song about "Roman gods"

My all gold rolly or the

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

When they here today what you say to them

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

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

Better or worse, the center of attention

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Doomed by gods stupidity

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger