This is a song about "Demonic"

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

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

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

For the occasion, paper planes

I was born with demonic traits

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

(shiva) diablo parade , a demonic crusade

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

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

I'm turning demonic seems i can't stop craving skin,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

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

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

A demonic soul that needs to eat.