This is a song about "Grimy people"

Now pray, the steeple only help some people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

I wonder why, i sit and cry

People steal, people die,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

People critically commenting,

Theres 7 billion people,

And everything is purple

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

This is the root of all evil

From the people who control to people

Well i say fuck that i'd rather be grimy until i lay in a grave,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always