This is a song about "Satanic dads"

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My dads a liability

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

But i slaughter beats like a satanic priest

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

No it's not satanic, it's magic