This is a song about "Son of satan"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

I kind of look up to satan as a god, so why is it,

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

I'm the bastard son of a

They claim it as their own, africa

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise