This is a song about "Whtie people"

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

The myth of a system alienating its people

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Theres 7 billion people,

Dont we have enough death , people

Inhale my color purple

And getting money is the song i sing

People critically commenting,

This is the root of all evil

From the people who control to people

Questions enter the minds of people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

People are people so let’s just mind our own

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Now pray, the steeple only help some people