This is a song about "Direct"

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

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,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Direct shit like google maps

She do it with no hands

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

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