This is a song about "My father satan"

Race is international my father isn't actual

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

I rathered you than my father or mother

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

The herald my world, satan will i hurl over a cliff