This is a song about "Demise"

The unpleasant memories that will one day be my demise,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

If i die, don't wanna be deprived of that final moment of my demise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Lead to his demise eats up all mc's he deep fries

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Dont look into his eyes that demise will defeat ya,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Soul is through the eyes, so what you see could lead to your demise

Look into my hellish eyes, the pain, anger, and demise,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live