This is a song about "Root of evil"

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

With a world full of evil

As i light one for ill will

I grew up with no dad, and that's the root of this behavior,

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Maybe it's earth that's the birth of the evil

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Don't let evil things pop out of you cold weasel.

Lady at the frank stand will

Money is the root of all evil

Breedin' a whole new type of evil

See these lights got me on another level