This is a song about "Demons and angels"

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

So come and follow me below, where demons know me as equal

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

My dreams are falling like evil angels

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Never hesitating to strike and summon demons when i write

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side