This is a song about "Satan slayer"

He just pass the patron

Don't mistake it for satan

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Folarin, the muse of the hater

//me and great the king slayer

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

"are you alright, you convulsing, and look like satan.

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Don't mistake it for satan

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Marvelous author in publications of satan