This is a song about "Satan bitches"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

"are you alright, you convulsing, and look like satan.

Cold, my style making my nose run

I am a sneak your soul like a satan.

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

All the girls really want is fun

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

85. relative of satan,

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Peep me how i'm raising up the capital from nathan

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