This is a song about "All hail satan"

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

So i guess you think you grown

I'm the flowking hail to my throne

85. relative of satan,

Ain't nothing to peyton

Don't mistake it for satan

Vijay singh and all of them

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Get ready to hail to the king

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing