This is a song about "The latin root scrib"

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

The more battles the better the flows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Money is the root of all evil