This is a song about "Pinche mammon"

To chain the internal beast inside me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

The anger's getting to me, and it's forming a monstrous beast/

Lights please, lights please

Make like a tree and leave

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Beast mode is chained in my brain

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

It will not be taken from the demon

Can’t you see just how long my run

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

They'd rather suck my cock and pretend i'm a genius,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

I am only your loveely tree