This is a song about "Direct"

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

Direct shit like google maps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

So i infect my brain with direct insane pain, beating you till there's no remains

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

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

It seems that moneys and honeys have a direct correlation

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed