This is a song about "Less evil"

As i light one for ill will

Money is the root of evil.

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Everyday less special people kissing,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

Dc has never seen such progress

And i confess that i'd stress out less,

Express stress expect less

Spending her time with him i guess

Once so peaceful now so evil

We don't believe you, you need more people

Nowhere else to put the evil.

Never wrong at any level

Carefree i don’t need the stress

This heart burning, wish it hurt less.