This is a song about "Demons creeping"

I be, creeping lower than low

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Still follows me around but it's time to exorcise these demons

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Why are they creeping up under me

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

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

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water