This is a song about "Satanic dep"

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

// his voice: it's time, someone must die. satanic voice:you pick! whose life?

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

No it's not satanic, it's magic

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Bow down to the elite 'cuz the satanic new world order is here,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

No subliminal's i actually am satanic, face it

All these artists crazy and satanic

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I am up in a booth, g-dep special deliver...

Satanic? bitch please, more like volcanic/

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic