This is a song about "Trashing eve"

It haunts me every christmas eve

Like being garbage some type of disease

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

That cellphone that i bought

Adam eve, devil god