This is a song about "Godly apparel"

This type of godly shit i'm spittin', it's hidden,

I wonder why we take from our women

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Why y'all gotta act cocky, actin' so godly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Godly flow like the nice pope/ i'm quite dope

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

So godly the way i volley your body,

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

You're rapping so off beat, while acting so godly