This is a song about "Godly rant"

Can't think straight rant pink crate

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

My underhand hit makes you rant shit "mistake"

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

Concentrating on common statements cause voices rant on in conversation

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So manic, a rampant rant a signature of the

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

So godly the way i volley your body,

Knowing you can no longer party