This is a song about "Spiritual nature"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Some lyrical insight/human nature is intelligent

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal