This is a song about "Blacks are evil"

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

My words are holy water they'll baptise sin and ward evil,

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

We don't believe you, you need more people

Nowhere else to put the evil.

My dreams are falling like evil angels

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep