This is a song about "Praise satan"

With laser beams and praise it seems

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

All i want is you baby

Im a king why not praise me

Been making a new cd's, i hope it's getting your praise

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Don't mistake it for satan

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Fresh out the airport

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

The door crack, niggas all black

They ask me why i praise like that

Driving my car to a foreign place

Someday, i'll be swimming in a pool of praise/