This is a song about "Satan weed bitches"

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Don't mistake it for satan

That they've sold their souls* to satan

But this gon make us rich mr. reagan

Put up and smoke that weed,

I keep my money neat

Dancin' with satan in satin

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Peep me how i'm raising up the capital from nathan

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips