This is a song about "Satan messing things up an the hood don t mess with the games"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Trapping with the hood rats

Man it’s the killer tracks

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Be careful who you're messing with when you call the bluff out

Know who y'all messing with kid? i'm the king of flow

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,