This is a song about "Viking gods"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

While the many gods watch over the 7 kingdoms

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

My understanding wasn't very good, gods only knew how to mock

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

So you better fight right for gods sake.

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Doomed by gods stupidity

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop