This is a song about "Spiritual mindedness"

Medieval medical upheaval resorting to severing im lethal,

Not literal, it would take a mythical miracle for me to be spiritual

I'm the best at lyrical spitting and spiritual thinking

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

N it's pivotal we keep it real with our spiritual

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I'm hopin' that my lyrics are spiritual, you're uplifted,