Trill the Blue Blood - Devils [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Visions of gold chain, gold name, and Bentley
We treat women like dogs and they give back to us
Real men, please stand up
You're lucky if you have a mother or even a fellow man
Life is hard for some, cooking fishscale in the frying pan
Writing lines on a cell phone, man this can't be life
I'd rather wear a Rolex than have to pillage with the knife
I'm lucky enough to walk under ladders and strike the lotto
Homie, get curb stomped, you don't got me in your Serato
Gave Pikachu electricity, fucked a girl named Felicity
Stabbed your homie with the knife, and then I solved the mystery
A&R turned rapper, son, I'm the epitome
Seen the belly of the beast so believe me and my ability
Blood on the knuckle, blunt in the hand
My flows move slow like Arabs in the sand
Android phone, I took a bite out of the Apple
All emcees irrelevant like the facts on a Snapple
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit, living his life
Teaching tricks of the trade, literary devices
Looking forward to lent so I can give up my vices
Can't wait to go to hell so I can give up my niceness
[Verse 2]
Health class taught me lies, used to smoke kush
Drink in college and rule the world, look at George Bush
President who got wasted worse than Katrina
Saw a girl, nice tits and ass, like damn Anita
I need a blunt, to stop all the fakeness in my life
Connect with the plants, I learn the wrong and right
Learning's all around you, no need for a desk
Life is your textbook, there'll be many tests