This is a song about "In the horns of dialema"

My records sell, yes sir

In the heat of the summer,

In the middle of a discussion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Just a little nigga

Stuck in the middle of a...

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

That's the warning you missed, fool-- the horns that he spit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Killa never let the drama slide

In the face of the outside.

In front of the pastor

Said when i do dirt wit her