This is a song about "Godly apparel"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly