This is a song about "Worrisome people"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Why do people have bad attitudes

Rub my back, then let me lay

People stared everyday

Cause i'm leaving people

Lady at the frank stand will

Questions enter the minds of people

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Blind hate for this worrisome champion

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Dont we have enough death , people

Inhabit the minds of people

Cause this album pack enough evil

As i light one for ill will

This is for the starving people