This is a song about "The seven gifts of the holy spirit"

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

My all gold rolly or the

Give us the spirit of mandela

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I can never deny the words of the holy spirit

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The centrepiece of spirit, hence i speak coherent,

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit