This is a song about "God hates witches"

Backwards phrasing, insane's what made me but hates what saved me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Death hates the livin so the livins getting lynched

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love