This is a song about "Devils true form"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Start form scratch and do a rewrite

This is everything that we call hype

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

A face of evil in a new form

Next level special, the fucking devils vessel

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

And i ain't goin' well

This is the devils hell

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Her father in his room sucking the devils dick,

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

You can form coalitions against me...