This is a song about "Godly rant"

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

So godly the way i volley your body,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Can't think straight rant pink crate

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Wanna go on a rant

Wanna go on a rant

I start to think it's all planned