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

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.

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

And you can call it spiritual

If we wasn't so original, my life despises as a mofo criminal

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

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

I sit performing miracles and i ain't even spiritual

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal