This is a song about "Angeles and demons"

Never hesitating to strike and summon demons when i write

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

She likes the way it hits her lips

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

When the monsters and demons in my own head fear me

I was playing with guns

Gettin to know his demons

Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Just a guy who's got some words to say and demons to set free

As i seenobody cares about my history

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

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