This is a song about "Spiritual mindedness"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

I sit performing miracles and i ain't even spiritual

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Lady at the frank stand will

And you can call it spiritual

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

I'm the best at lyrical spitting and spiritual thinking

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless