This is a song about "Satan killing rape shootings"

85. relative of satan,

Something wicked this way come

Or maybe i'll just rape her

My pockets got paper on paper

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Fucking up the game so bad that it's calling rape/

Cause i only rap about rape

They say them colors must be fake

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Can’t you see just how long my run

Marvelous author in publications of satan

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

And we ain't land on that mr. reagan

That they've sold their souls* to satan

It’s funny how she never called it statutory rape

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight