This is a song about "Spiritual awakening"

And you can call it spiritual

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

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

I'm the best at lyrical spitting and spiritual thinking

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen