This is a song about "Becoming evil for you"

And yea we both coming

Who you were becoming

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

Don't let evil things pop out of you cold weasel.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Money is the root of evil, they'll die for a piece of paper,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Niggas dying like its nothing

Who you were becoming

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I stalk you to crap cos i got an evil license...

As minds are becoming complete,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Incredible how you fall for a fair sound, becoming nevermore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door