This is a song about "Jamaican devils"

Nah just kiddin im the devils kid

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Listen to the devils voice and it's giving me chills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Or for nicer other white devils

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Caring out the devils dirty work misses grim reeper shadow keeper

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Grief is the name its like i came from the devils womb

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room