This is a song about "Lucifer hurled killer miller"

Lucifer, you already got stomped dude!!

Banging out niggas with attitude

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

I'll drink a miller, get iller, then crack jokes like phyllis diller

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Like i'm mac miller, killing these rappers before i kill myself.

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

//yo motherfuckers y'all been sleeping on lucifer....