This is a song about "Diablo random chat"

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Diablo, the one known as unholy and evil

These bitches talkin reckless and im not wit that chit chat

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And it begins to phase him more each day

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

We hang at school and chat every night

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I start spitting random sounds words beats and noises

It feels random all is undefined

I got a lot on my mind

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will