This is a song about "Evil men"

The evil look i always rock with an evil scorn,

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Nastiest over-limit went men

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Instant retrieval so the spirit lifts the evil/

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

When they here today what you say to them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Money is the root of evil.

As i light one for ill will

Then have to revist this evil

Never wrong at any level

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

We don't believe you, you need more people

The church is so fucking evil

Lady at the frank stand will