This is a song about "Evil empire"

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

Nothing will overthrow this empire, theres your news headliner,

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Never wrong at any level

With a world full of evil

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

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Money is the root of evil.

Lady at the frank stand will

Empire that's peaceful, fuck that, guess i'm just evil.

See these lights got me on another level

You all niggas ain't even on my level

But now people just think im evil