This is a song about "Holy sprit"

Call it the holy trinity,

Took my heart away from money

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

I call it my holy grace

Looking for them better days

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Holy moley is it really still unclear?

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

The holy war, the spiritual troops

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

Your holy raps are to me