This is a song about "Satan"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

For the outlawz, here we come

Don't mistake him for satan

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

Men lie. women lie. numbers won't forsaken

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

For those whey no fit dey fix son

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

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one