This is a song about "The evil angels"

Lady at the frank stand will

Nowhere else to put the evil.

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

In the city of angels no one is safe

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

I'm the good of evil and the evil of good so i see from both looks

We don't believe you, you need more people

Money is the root of evil.

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

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

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level