This is a song about "Satan"

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

85. relative of satan,

Me and my microphone could be one

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Who knew that these steps would just lead me closer to satan,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

We stay faded, need no occasion

Don't mistake it for satan

Tryna find the one

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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