This is a song about "Kindred spirits"

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Felling like lost, remembering my ma,fuck em those spirits,who say i can't live in far,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

When she endeavoured to lift your spirits, madness followed quick,

That's motivation, my people living wicked

To show your kids i'm a spirit that's kindred/

Waiting for willows. spirits kept below,kickin'' in hell hole. i can't bear it n i must rescue ol'.

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

To continue playing, my spirits never weaken/

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Spirits shine, soul it glow,you reap what you sow, sip it up till overdose,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

Lift your spirits. yet you give elementary bars, when most your listeners,