This is a song about "Spirit"

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Winning isn't anything if you don't have a full locked spirit.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yes we need your spirit forever,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I mean i have the proof in my lyrics, next to me the holy spirit

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I can never deny the words of the holy spirit

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit