This is a song about "Quality spirits like ghosts"

She prays that her spirits would be... kept up,

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Vicious lyrics lift my spirits

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Reconcile with the quality words we speak!

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Felling like lost, remembering my ma,fuck em those spirits,who say i can't live in far,

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

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

About tipsy spirits, higher feelings, and tweaking

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

My spirits dead, like who killed all of the bishops?