This is a song about "Devils harvest"

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Rollin that devils lettuce

Let's have a toast for this new love

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

The devils stuck with this never hearing hero

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Or for nicer other white devils

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

Got the devils own luck/no more a rebel, grown up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club