This is a song about "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

My mind is fucking caniving, call this shit a spiritual binding,

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

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

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

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.

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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