This is a song about "Lyrical spiritual individuals"

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And that's why as black individuals we gotta change

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I'm hopin' that my lyrics are spiritual, you're uplifted,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Now listen, we're each original, individuals

Hit you with a different gin and, spiritual flow so erratic

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Most of these individuals pushed me to an igloo, explains my cruelty

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree