This is a song about "Godly rant"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

Wanna go on a rant

Just hustling you understand

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

So godly the way i volley your body,

Rats get mouse trapped

Wanna go on a rant

My underhand hit makes you rant shit "mistake"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly