This is a song about "Young gods"

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Doomed by gods stupidity

Bitch, they call it motor city

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,