This is a song about "Zeus hera and io"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Third ward general, young cash money

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Io sono il più grande di tutti, no translating, no peaking!

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Im not cuttin any corners io know this is the shit