This is a song about "Satan slayer"

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

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

What up girl, tell me how you been

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Don't mistake it for satan

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Don't want to be the king

I swear to satan i'm saying

Tryna find the one

Don't mistake it for satan

Say bye bye to her

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):