This is a song about "Devils"

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Her father in his room sucking the devils dick,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Corpse straight to hell where the devils wants ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Angels fight with devils and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits