This is a song about "Detroit satan child"

Don't mistake it for satan

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Catch you up on places i've been

85. relative of satan,

I swear to satan i'm saying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

So now she picks up the gun

That they've sold their souls* to satan

In the morning make me bacon

Don't mistake it for satan

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Don't mistake him for satan