This is a song about "Satan making me famuos"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Cause heaven is outside but satan keeps tryin to welcome me aboard

If your life is a hell, better call me satan! adoration of this nation.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Lord i love you forever, and i shall respect ye

Not even twentyone and your making me wanna be an alcoholic,

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't

You wasted my shit, making me write this

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

I think i just made friends with satan man, he's making me see the light