This is a song about "This shit turned me to satan"

I hear "i can't handle this shit, i need a handle to help me handle this shit"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Maybe if you'd loved me, i wouldn't have turned out this way

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Developed a fuckin setup to me this shit be apparent

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

All the girls really want is fun

That they've sold their souls* to satan

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to dayton

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Do you want my crown? welcome to my town, i just turned this from informative