This is a song about "Satanic church"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

And we go to the church

Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Satanic? bitch please, more like volcanic/

I go to church every saturday

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

A product of this static nation, satanic faces