This is a song about "Lyrical spiritual miracles"

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm the best at lyrical spitting and spiritual thinking

N it's pivotal we keep it real with our spiritual

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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

We race foreign cars, custom models

Black woman you cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Directing lyrical miracles, action