This is a song about "Satan weed bitches"

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Don't mistake him for satan

We stay faded, need no occasion

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

85. relative of satan,

Had to wear the 13's with them

Don't mistake it for satan

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Marvelous author in publications of satan