This is a song about "God beats the devil"

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

God sent me to strike but the devil himself baught me the mic

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

You sold it to the devil

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

To dream is to live life’s full potential

I was called the spawn of the devil,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

As i sit here amplifying the beats

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Cause after all the lights and screams

Played our beats on the streets

They're calling me the good guy devil

I'm mental, it's instrumental