This is a song about "Becoming evil for you"

I'm an evil spirit you betta mothafukin fear it, all you haters better be scared

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

My whole family's hating what i'm becoming

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

I ain't fiending for my track's props like pins and needles, knitting evil.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

So you see even when i'm good i'm evil

Who you were becoming

Money ain't a thing

Evil conscionce like to late mothafucka you already said it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

The best teacher for becoming a man guess i skipped the lesson plan

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man