This is a song about "Root of evil"

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

And a list of evil shit that this fucking savage did

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

When your an assassin of evil spreading diseases that are lethal

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

With a world full of evil

Lady at the frank stand will

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Evil like the opposite of the dark night in the darkest night under a bright street light

But also disrespect of women, man that's evil, in fact,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act