This is a song about "The latin root scrib"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Money is the root of all evil

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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