This is a song about "Spirit bomb"

Each one of my sentence has its own spirit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

But spirit has been defeated

I am transforming, into a rap spirit,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

My mom, it was the bomb,

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

I don't care who i bomb, hell i'll bomb vancouver,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust