This is a song about "Son of the god"

Thug for life nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

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

The vikings weren't the only ones with a god of thunder.

God of the underworld

Wrong drink, the right work