This is a song about "Spiritual lyrical miracle"

We original officially the most original

This hypocritical criminal, i'm the lyrical miracle.

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

And my weed man should just sell flutes

The holy war, the spiritual troops