This is a song about "God of money"

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

No god dam way of communication

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

I want it all... all of the money

But five years from now i bet she see

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

We been all around the world

God of the underworld

Lady at the frank stand will

Money is the root of evil.