This is a song about "Angeles and demons"

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

See i'm down with my demons, in my head and i'm bored

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

The jiggas and the tips

Exposing me to my demons

So i consent to a bargain with demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

And the v12, that's on various trips

In my mind i got these demons

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I'm standing up, i'ma face my demons

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer