This is a song about "Im satans son"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

// [but the kid is not my son]

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Comedian, try again, son

Me and my microphone could be one

Damn.... can you keep up son?

And i am one of one

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,