This is a song about "Godly rant"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Wanna go on a rant

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Bought a brand new car for my after party

So godly the way i volley your body,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

Okay then baby, let's take flight, don't pant or rant

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

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

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

My underhand hit makes you rant shit "mistake"

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake