This is a song about "Constant terror"

Constant battles of fools

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

To simulate the experience of terror

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Tornados and tremors, i'm the demon of terror,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Reppin' constant hate were 2 new heavyweights

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Ever since the terror, we been declarin' gueras to millions of innocents

You think you're scared but you ain't felt terror yet

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will