This is a song about "Demons and angels"

Angels and demon's im that best seller,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

But none of them are the perfect angels

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Them people, they talking

Now let the angels sing

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

When the monsters and demons in my own head fear me

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Just a guy who's got some words to say and demons to set free