This is a song about "The holy spirit"

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way