This is a song about "Godly clothing"

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Quickly replacing any clothing that was strafed and warn..

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see