This is a song about "Hail satan"

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Was written in braille now hail the king

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

Marvelous author in publications of satan

And this will be the song that we sing

I swear to satan i'm saying

Ain't nothing to peyton

Don't mistake it for satan

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

I was wondering maybe

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Dancin' with satan in satin

I hit your block and we can box for fun