This is a song about "Evil b"

We don't believe you, you need more people

The church is so fucking evil

She can make a pimp fall in love

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Never wrong at any level

Then have to revist this evil

Disguised as nice but true evil

As i light one for ill will

Money is the root of evil.

Lady at the frank stand will

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,