This is a song about "She devils"

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

But im surrounded by devils,

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Or for nicer other white devils

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend