This is a song about "Godly apparel"

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

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

So godly the way i volley your body,

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free