This is a song about "Spiritual awakening"

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I ain't spiritual but i'm thankful, so for that i say amen

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/