This is a song about "Giving the people what they want"

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

I see people wondering what the hells happening

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Take what you want from the story foretold,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

The people in this world they don't love they hate

Cause no matter what anyone says, they wouldn't want you dead/

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They want the truth/ but false is what they prove/

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes