This is a song about "Chritsmas spirit"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

The world successfully crushed her hushed spirit

See the drugs changed you, not just physically but in spirit too

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

But really im possessed by some spirit

I mean i have the proof in my lyrics, next to me the holy spirit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Give us the spirit of mandela

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha