This is a song about "The holy spirit"

Give us the spirit of mandela

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

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

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap

The jager in my cup is licorice black

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Marijuana, im a young teen in the spirit nirvana

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,