This is a song about "Love for satan"

Hit the club she drop it low

For the love of the gameeeeee (echo)

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

They say that love for another is unconditional

Another time for the thugs that need love

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

But got love for them girls

Talking about the god you serve

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Just waiting for satan to enslave me, eternal hell has been long awaiting

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

No love at all no love for my natives at all

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

They say that love for another is unconditional