This is a song about "Money is the root of all evil"

As i light one for ill will

Money is the root of evil.

On the slow jam of love

Is all of the above

But the twist in all of this, is, all of my children's,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Never wrong at any level

The church is so fucking evil

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Money is the root of evil, they'll die for a piece of paper,

Blow trees like a hurricane

All i know is money drains

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

But y'all already know,money is root of evil

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root