This is a song about "Satans"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Satans worship semtexes purchased its me n you versus