This is a song about "Direct messaging"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Perfect ass that i'd love to direct, inject my erect dick into/

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance, make you piss pants,

Im better than them man, im better than your plans, got the world in my hands

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Kill the dealing halls yep no i ain't messaging

It seems that moneys and honeys have a direct correlation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful