This is a song about "The spirit of god"

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The god of sunny, i'm the 2nd messiah, the rediscovery

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Give us the spirit of mandela

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Give the bomb the spirit so i can spirit

The world successfully crushed her hushed spirit

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/