This is a song about "Weed satan bitches"

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Don't mistake him for satan

Catch you up on places i've been

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Hell im the only one to ever ignite satan

Listening to me is like worshiping satan,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I’m effervescent, just ask them

85. relative of satan,

Indubitably i'm too street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

That they've sold their souls* to satan

She’s a star if i ever seen one