This is a song about "Spiritual enlightenment"

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

He ask everybody to "please, be more spiritual"

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror