This is a song about "Weed satan bitches"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I swear to satan i'm saying

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Who be puffin that weed

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Don't let me break, please make me stronger

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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