This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

See you was there every year when i needed you

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that