This is a song about "Pills death guns weed psycho satan"

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

I took the path of a psycho

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Don't mistake it for satan

Atl was tipping them

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

Don't mistake it for satan

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun