This is a song about "The greedy"

I just want perfection. i hope that that don't make me greedy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Im greedy when i eat, so my momma always late,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'm the operator, the administrator.

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Elites are greedy fuckers that are getting fat cheques

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I am not greedy i give to the needy