This is a song about "Spiritual"

And you can call it spiritual

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I'm hopin' that my lyrics are spiritual, you're uplifted,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

My mind is fucking caniving, call this shit a spiritual binding,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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