This is a song about "Spiritual growth"

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

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

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

I can kill you now, but i stand here and start to growth.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.