This is a song about "Satans"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I'm ready to feel the burn of swell and satans breath

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Sit outside and watch the constellations/ and always raise your limitations/

Let me start this off quick and simple i was sent from heaven to solve satans

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I flipped satans switch, its on let me fulfill my dreams