This is a song about "Black tar covered demons"

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

So i consent to a bargain with demons

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

I was covered in goosebumps like a horde

When i step up out the maserati car

Let the smoke drift away whilst your lungs fill with tar,

Covered the room in splattered red,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons