This is a song about "Lyrical spiritual miracle"

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

We go to our spiritual rituals thinking its gonna cause some kind of miracle,

Lyrical miracle spherical blood bath here we go miss..

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

I'm the best at lyrical spitting and spiritual thinking

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug