This is a song about "Fuck satan wit ma glock"

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

My fist will meet your face, beatin meat in her face, dont fuck wit people

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

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

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Cause i got my fucking glock,

Your chick said i'm hot

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Fuck satan, listen to him? never again will i fall into his sleeping den!