This is a song about "Evil thing for my delight"

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Cause fucking imagination is my thing,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I don't think it will work out, school just ain't my thing for the price

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

My heart broke when i was caring, for the only thing not worth sharing

Driving my car to a foreign place

Haven't slept for days cause of my evil ways,

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

I'm a mean mother fucker, so you know my #kin #evil

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Much evil there is in me then they'll see there's no such thing as vein