This is a song about "The latin root scrib"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Money is the root of all evil

The root of all evil's what i'm chasing with no patience

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I hit your block and we can box for fun

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

The bigger the the fun

I don't trust no one

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

The water from the past is the same water in the present