This is a song about "Spiritual mindedness"

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 murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

He ask everybody to "please, be more spiritual"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will