This is a song about "Devils"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

And bad bitches give me head and tell

This is the devils hell

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Grief is the name its like i came from the devils womb

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

The devils stuck with this never hearing hero

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free