This is a song about "Satanic"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Everyone want to hate nowadays like they're satanic,

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

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

But i slaughter beats like a satanic priest

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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