This is a song about "Demonic"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Bitch i'm on it, flow demonic, don't you know i'm tokin chronic

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

But i tell them nah, because i like this demonic feel.

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

(shiva) diablo parade , a demonic crusade

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

And will shoot out my demonic side for you alliterate apes,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

And will shoot out my demonic side for you alliterate apes,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes