This is a song about "Direct"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

It seems that moneys and honeys have a direct correlation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

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

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

Direct shit like google maps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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