This is a song about "Devils decieving"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

We vegetables, on them record labels

Or for nicer other white devils

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

And start collecting happiness like i took the devils oath.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader