This is a song about "Satanic goats"

No subliminal's i actually am satanic, face it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

Satanic? bitch please, more like volcanic/

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

But i slaughter beats like a satanic priest

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

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal