This is a song about "Pact"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

It was either claim alliance or remain defiant

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Your bitch greet me like i'm santa clause, mouth water

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Compact my verses like a mini cooper

Now the devil has a contract to sign

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Greed is pleadin' agreement with demons impeding n' scheming while creepin up

So here i am at the store for some chips

So i consent to a bargain with demons