This is a song about "Spiritual"

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

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

Spiritual, fool's gold

I say that the pool is closed

Lyrical miracle spiritual blood bath here we go miss..

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Hit you with a different gin and, spiritual flow so erratic

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

We go to our spiritual rituals thinking its gonna cause some kind of miracle,