This is a song about "Spirit bomb"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Instead of being thanked for his heart and his spirit,

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

I will crush this timid misfit with my lifted spirit

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Suddenly, their occurred a bomb blast........

My mom, it was the bomb,

Full of shit, like i ate that john