This is a song about "Son of satan"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

85. relative of satan,

I'm the bastard son of a

They claim it as their own, africa

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin