This is a song about "Demons and doom"

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Exposing me to my demons

It's moe, all i need is more chips

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Cant let my soul free its locked up and my demons through away the key

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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