This is a song about "How i better thank everyone at basketball"

Everyone looks at me and laughs because i am a prep

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

I used to have a crush on everyone

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I thank my family and god himself

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Look at these rappers how i rip em/

Me ahead of me thats how everyone

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

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

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal