CurT@!n$ - G.O.D. pt III [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

One two... as we proceed... yeah... uh... Curt@!n$...

[Curt@!n$]
I'm heading back to Earth in the morning
Them seas ain't safe out there and that's a warning
Riding around town with a hearse and a coffin
Chopping off heads and I'm selling it for auction
Gone once, gone twice, roll a blunt, throw the dice
Take your bitch, Dolemite, niggas know I'm cold as ice
Call me dope artist, how I do it nigga
Play bishop all you want, I'm gq-ing, niggas
In the school of hard knocks you was Bueller nigga
I'm a gold world, fat-laced Puma nigga
I run around town with a crew of niggas
Couple of ballers, and a couple of shooting niggas
Call my team arenas...
New beamers... few divas
It's not uncommon to pull a Serena
My charm got a thong feeling like its Katrina
So respect the vision yo
Backpack rapper but my shit Fizzbin ho
I got a little complex since Yay said that
Little thing up in the complex that turn me to a monster
Black Dior jeans, create Free World tee's
Getting faded like PRP
Pop bottles like everyday is New Years Eve
Bitch I am all lust and we all skeet
Snatch chains, monopolize like we Wall Street
Leave nothing on you like B.O.B
Shots ring left from death like Lyor C
Waking up in cold sweat this might be your dreams
Nigga