This is a song about "Supreme spirit"

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The world successfully crushed her hushed spirit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I can never deny the words of the holy spirit