This is a song about "Hehe pile on"

And my name is devin i got a big d (hehe) i can take you to france (wewe) did you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Now put those raps in a pile and i still crush that

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Let the money pile up and tell 'em buried alive

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches