This is a song about "Satanist"

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

As a monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

But you can call me your holy fucking satanist/

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings