This is a song about "The spirit of god"

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

The world successfully crushed her hushed spirit

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

They call me the god of night and the king of days

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Gotta work - slight work

God of the underworld

Fuck you if you feelin' different

God of the underworld stunt