This is a song about "The hidden leafs handsome devil"

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Rippin away the claws that are hidden in the clause

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

The fuckin devil is a lie.

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

I see the cobras that's spitting, in the grass that hidden

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Best not meddle with the devil

I'm mental, it's instrumental