This is a song about "Godly gangster"

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

So godly the way i volley your body,

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby