This is a song about "Godly clothing"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

So godly the way i volley your body,

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Now everybody put your hands up high

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

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

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