This is a song about "Spiritual enlightenment"

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

You all niggas ain't even on my level

And you can call it spiritual

Where i from, it get cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Hit you with a different gin and, spiritual flow so erratic

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

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