This is a song about "Godly rant"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And my rant is not ova,like durant the dunk cocked and loaded,

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Not biased perfect match the cops rant well riot in this co op alliance

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Wanna go on a rant

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Of course they all hate

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So manic, a rampant rant a signature of the

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Concentrating on common statements cause voices rant on in conversation