This is a song about "Ernest hemingway"

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

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

It seems that moneys and honeys have a direct correlation

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

Never kind they destroyed my faith in other people, made me blind to any helping hands.

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

You just tryin' to run game

Out like hemingway and cobain

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

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

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