This is a song about "Follow satan"

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

Don't mistake him for satan

They like talk to em young

I swear to satan i'm saying

I was born to do the damn thing

We stay faded, need no occasion

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

But i had no choice but to follow

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

So next time i come, i'll bring you one