This is a song about "Demons from the pasr"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

A gentle vessel of cheers smearing smiles off demons & the devil.

With a bullet to the heart where his enemy demons coincide.

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

But the demons in me guided my hand to slay our life

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm the truth, don't let your demons out n start livin loose.

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Overcoming the demons is really tough to do.

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you