This is a song about "Son of satan"

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Marvelous author in publications of satan

I'm the bastard son of a

My all gold rolly or the

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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