This is a song about "Murder satan 666 demons"

And the v12, that's on various trips

Gettin to know his demons

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

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

My records sell, yes sir

Thoughts of bloody murder.

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

But five years from now i bet she see

32. demons are preventing me,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since