This is a song about "Uply people"

As i light one for ill will

So many selfish people

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

I see all these people

Inhale my color purple

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Cause this album pack enough evil

Now pray, the steeple only help some people

Then why create shephards that're deserting its people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

Lady at the frank stand will

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

People are people so let’s just mind our own