This is a song about "Community spirit"

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

But spirit has been defeated

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I am transforming, into a rap spirit,

Maybe it's just me but i'm jealous they have a sense of community

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

But really im possessed by some spirit