This is a song about "Demons creeping"

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Just like a little snake creeping in the grass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

And the v12, that's on various trips

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

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

And all women who had light features, see

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

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

So i consent to a bargain with demons

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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