This is a song about "Sinners like me"

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Predictable like shit face despicable like me

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

Rappers try to act like me

It ain't hard to make money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Acting like they can kill me, rapping like they can harm me,

They acting like they know me

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Like someone starin at me