This is a song about "Godly apparel"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

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

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

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

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see