This is a song about "Trap gods"

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Lucky seven probably poppa

Creyente, believer in gods word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

So vigor you think i was godzilla, gods illa i'm gods filler,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

You know that love is a very serious thing

Insufferable trap , am breaking