This is a song about "Son of satan"

You made me wanna

I'm the bastard son of a

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

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

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,