This is a song about "Demons"

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

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

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

In my mind i got these demons

I never fit in with them light skins

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

Tripping while i'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But i - somehow, some way

Prayed the demons away.