This is a song about "Satan"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

See i'm a nice man but money turned me to satan

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

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

Got lean, rose, patron

Don't mistake it for satan

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

We stay faded, need no occasion

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

I told him get his 9 and run