This is a song about "Godly clothing"

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

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

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

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

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

So godly the way i volley your body,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing