This is a song about "Spiritual"

I mean of course just the same old

Spiritual, fool's gold

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

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

I ain't spiritual but i'm thankful, so for that i say amen

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

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

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right