This is a song about "Holy warriors"

I want to flow holy like matrimony bells

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Every word i spit is holy

Holy moley is it really still unclear?

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

You can feel it via spirit

Give me it holy shit

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