This is a song about "Evil butterfiles"

We don't believe you, you need more people

Nowhere else to put the evil.

That's see no hater, hear no evil

Ha, running rebel on another level

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

We must endure this journey and not get caught up with evil//

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

But now people just think im evil

Lady at the frank stand will

Take her back to where i live

Born evil couldnt baptize