This is a song about "Dance withe the devil"

So pretentious with no potential

Best not meddle with the devil

Deezy, man keep it, the dance with the devil,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Save the last dance for you and me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Ha i dare ya', i'm like the devil!

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Had a dance with the devil and i to be there by like seven

The stones had sympathy for the devil

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Really i was the one trying to dance

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans