This is a song about "Godly apparel"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

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

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

So godly the way i volley your body,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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