This is a song about "Black tar covered demons"

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

She likes the way it hits her lips

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Whip bitches with greek tar.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

Now your wrists are covered in red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

When i step up out the maserati car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star