This is a song about "Trigger devils dirty wind dust blood survive"

We struggle just to survive

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

47. and com bust into dust,

If you feel it, it must be real just

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

But im surrounded by devils,

We don't ever make love

While i'm try to survive

I just shake dice

One finger in the trigger,

We just looking in the mirror

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Made a nigga have to spit to survive