This is a song about "Godly thug"

Victims of that thug life

And when i start to rise

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

My balls die for the thug life

Why y'all gotta act cocky, actin' so godly

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

When a thug cries and it only happens

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Godly flow like the nice pope/ i'm quite dope