This is a song about "The holy spirit"

Virgin mary's son; he was born to be the holy one

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

The world successfully crushed her hushed spirit

And california on that jerk shit

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Give the bomb the spirit so i can spirit

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and