This is a song about "Holy sprit"

Give me it holy shit

How bout we blow this bit

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Virgin mary's son; he was born to be the holy one

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Every word i spit is holy

It's him, it's me, the one holy, prodigy stashing keys like secrete

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I’m a holy man, a man of my world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Your holy raps are to me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones