This is a song about "Wealthy people"

This is the root of all evil

I'm a savior to these people,

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

So y'all niggas can fly

People steal, people die,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

This is for the starving people

Cause this album pack enough evil

Dont we have enough death , people

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

'cuz stereotypes on television make 'em think i'm wealthy,

It's deceitful, these shepherds deceive it's people,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful