This is a song about "Devils dandruf"

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Her father in his room sucking the devils dick,

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

As i seenobody cares about my history

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me

The science and the art, africa

Corpse straight to hell where the devils wants ya

Or for nicer other white devils

And these are my damaged petals

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Listen to the devils voice and it's giving me chills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips