This is a song about "Hail satan"

I don't trust no one

Don't mistake it for satan

I'm the flowking hail to my throne

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

85. relative of satan,

And i am one of one

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Bet i get like 8 of them

Don't mistake it for satan

Dancin' with satan in satin

When they here today what you say to them

That photograph is fading

I swear to satan i'm saying