This is a song about "Satan jizz"

I only jizz for hot, dumb rags

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Cause that jizz is your grub

They like talking, its like gossip

Cold, my style making my nose run

Don't mistake it for satan

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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