This is a song about "Satan weed bitches"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Don't mistake it for satan

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Don't mistake him for satan

So now she picks up the gun

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I am not the only one

Dancin' with satan in satin

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.