This is a song about "Where sinners dwell"

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

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

And so its inwards to the vineyards of my mind i dwell,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

The inner sight i sense with sinners since has been misplaced

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Hell, what's suppose to contain all of the sinners

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Do not dwell or retell, on the things that befell or you'll fell

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance