This is a song about "Lyrical spiritual miracles"

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

You'd predict we're a bunch of miracles.

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation