This is a song about "Omy people"

Now pray, the steeple only help some people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

From the people who control to people

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

As i light one for ill will

Inhabit the minds of people

Like people meeting people online,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Cause this album pack enough evil

I'm a savior to these people,

People are people so let’s just mind our own

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Stop stealing your raps from other people

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

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people