This is a song about "Murder satan 666 demons"

I swear to satan i'm saying

And getting money is the song i sing

Don't mistake him for satan

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Don't mistake it for satan

And it weighs a ton

Exposing me to my demons

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

In my mind i got these demons

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/