This is a song about "Trill gods"

The savage life behind the mic, now everybody hollerin' about trill entertainment

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Im just an average white kid, nah i aint (freaking) trill

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Doomed by gods stupidity

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Keep it trill for the hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods