This is a song about "Angeles and demons"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Gettin to know his demons

Never hesitating to strike and summon demons when i write

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

That the demons are free and that they gon take my soul

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

Our history that they stole, africa