This is a song about "Son of satan"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or