This is a song about "Feed satan"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Don't want to feed the jews,

Atl was tipping them

Don't mistake it for satan

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

To feed an addiction

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Cold, my style making my nose run

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

Don't mistake him for satan

For the outlawz, here we come