This is a song about "Walking with the devil"

Best not meddle with the devil

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Show you the level of the devil i live with

Of the devil and then dance with him, drinkin' vodka,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

Even with the devil on your side

Which you know i'm different, right

Walking with an empty purse

I still got haters

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Best not meddle with the devil

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that