This is a song about "Silver gods"

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

So here i am at the store for some chips

No dark clouds, just silver linings

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Just showing pride in what i do as i always say wow/ some rappers ain't no gods/

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.