This is a song about "Evil world"

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Money is the root of all evil

But now people just think im evil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

They're scavenging through the remains of the waste carved by evil

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

As i light one for ill will

Breedin' a whole new type of evil

I'm wale, the prescription

Rather be the evil within

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people