This is a song about "Gravitated by the spirit"

But spirit has been defeated

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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