This is a song about "Root beer"

The root of all evil's what i'm chasing with no patience

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Father dude that wont put down the beer

The pigs fly away in the morning

Too bad, that's the beer talking

Lady at the frank stand will

Money is the root of evil.

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

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