This is a song about "Weed satan bitches"

Who be puffin that weed

I keep my money neat

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Don't mistake it for satan

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

"are you alright, you convulsing, and look like satan.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

That they've sold their souls* to satan