This is a song about "Satanic ritual"

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

He's a satanic cannibal,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

Everyone want to hate nowadays like they're satanic,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Satanic? bitch please, more like volcanic/

No subliminal's i actually am satanic, face it

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics