This is a song about "Spirituality"

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

While i'm wearing true religion

Or something that you paid for

Yes we need your spirit forever,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

To race or religion not even women

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Winning isn't anything if you don't have a full locked spirit.

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Through rhymes and beats i let my spirit be

They gotta point em out baby