This is a song about "My father satan"

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But look at my mother and father

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Or something that you paid for

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

Because of you we are overly dedicated

Living a better life than my father did

That i will leave earth with her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Race is international my father isn't actual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will