This is a song about "The greedy"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Sounds like the god you worship's greedy to me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

And i am one of one

The bigger the the fun

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Talking about the god you serve