This is a song about "Demons"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

So i consent to a bargain with demons

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Exposing me to my demons

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Overcoming the demons is really tough to do.

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Gettin to know his demons

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me