This is a song about "Die devil"

Now its your turn to die

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

But the devil saw otherwise,

To dream is to live life’s full potential

I was called the spawn of the devil,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

You sold it to the devil

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Best not meddle with the devil

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,