This is a song about "The holy spirit"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

You just working with the scraps you was given

It's him, it's me, the one holy, prodigy stashing keys like secrete

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Because he killed the old me and put the holy spirit in that night.

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I can never deny the words of the holy spirit

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Got that holy dick call me the pussy healer,