This is a song about "Travelling gods"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Creyente, believer in gods word

I ain't trynna be forward

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech