This is a song about "Lyrical spiritual individual"

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

A visceral individual wrecking rhyming syllables

While some just see an ignorant individual,

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'm the best at lyrical spitting and spiritual thinking

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.