This is a song about "Worship satan"

85. relative of satan,

He just pass the patron

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Marvelous author in publications of satan

You worship weed like its shit you need, makin your mind jittery,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Im a lyrical satan with clerical sanctions

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Can’t you see just how long my run

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan