This is a song about "Devils pentagon"

They claim it as their own, africa

Corpse straight to hell where the devils wants ya

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

C4 was planted at the twin towers, missiles hit the pentagon,

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

That's motivation, my people living wicked

Nah just kiddin im the devils kid

But im surrounded by devils,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend