This is a song about "Trill gods"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Talkin bout that trill life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Got the skills to pay the bills, stay trill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Getting pentakills like #jmills, stay trill

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing