This is a song about "West side rap gods"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

But for long time i had gone cold

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

I don't know what you heard about

Repping that west with knock out

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

My ego is big as kanye west,

Hold my tears i tried my best