This is a song about "Demons creeping"

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm standing up, i'ma face my demons

Why are they creeping up under me

And losin all his money

32. demons are preventing me,

Must be something you want me to see

And i’m talkin, passenger action

I can feel the sin that is creeping in

My mind is what i'm keeping from the spies in plain sight creeping

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything