This is a song about "American spirits"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

Lift your spirits. yet you give elementary bars, when most your listeners,

Eighty spirits of ladies cause shady murdered the virgins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

My spirits dead, like who killed all of the bishops?

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Vicious lyrics lift my spirits

Got stretch marks like she got four kids