This is a song about "Weed satan bitches"

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

So keep fronting till my peeps come

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Look, another day another dollar

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

Don't mistake him for satan

Catch you up on places i've been

Who be puffin that weed

The drug that they brain need

Sensing sensations similar to satan/

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I swear to satan i'm saying