This is a song about "Hail satan"

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Don't let me break, please make me stronger

85. relative of satan,

Bet i get like 8 of them

Ebrious but hardly frail, tedious but always hail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

That they've sold their souls* to satan

I don't care what it did to them

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

We stay faded, need no occasion

Don't mistake him for satan

But i think i like that, just maybe

Hail mary nigga, run quick see