This is a song about "Satan bitches"

See i'm a nice man but money turned me to satan

Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to dayton

Don't mistake it for satan

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I am not the only one

Don't mistake him for satan

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

Dancin' with satan in satin

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

When they here today what you say to them

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan