This is a song about "Godly clothing"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

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

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

Quickly replacing any clothing that was strafed and warn..

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

So godly the way i volley your body,

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

Riding around without a fuck given