This is a song about "Under satan s authority"

Sorry if i'm hatin, makin it burn i must be satan

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Don't mistake him for satan

Something wicked this way come

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority

85. relative of satan,

And we ain't land on that mr. reagan

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fuck what ya heard, 'cause in reality there's no authority/