This is a song about "The holy spirit"

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

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

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

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

See the drugs changed you, not just physically but in spirit too

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit