This is a song about "Grimy people"

And getting money is the song i sing

People critically commenting,

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

Lady at the frank stand will

I see all these people

It's deceitful, these shepherds deceive it's people,

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Cause this album pack enough evil

I get migraines 'cause fuck people