Tried to Holla at a Goddess

I remember the first time I tried to talk to a Goddess that knew she was a Goddess:

She said, "Excuse me, King?"
At the time I thought I wasn't honorable enough to accept such title;
She seen that, so her words came out like a bullet out of a rifle; 

she said, "That's the problem with you, you've been bamboozled to think of yourself as the lesser;
that "N" word you use means 'God,' so you're the blessing;

Accept the skin you're in, King,
before you try to get in-to-me;
let me tell you what your presence mean to me;

You see I don't see a lost boy;
I see a man finding his way, learning his purpose, do you know that cost boy?
That can't be bought boy;
don't doubt who you are boy;

you're a King, so I expect you to act that way;
calling your sisters out their names and downgrading them? Kings don't act that way;
don't lack that way;
you're a God, go back that way."

As she walked off strutting, I noticed the halo from her head and the wings from her back;
strangely she changed me, so that confidence won't lack;

I'm a God.