This is a song about "Feed satan"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Hell im the only one to ever ignite satan

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Marvelous author in publications of satan

Limitation to feed my creation,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Hate is what you release, and thats what i feed

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Cause when i'm in the stable all the ponies i will feed

That they've sold their souls* to satan

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one