This is a song about "Demons from the pasr"

Minus the frown, surrounding the town, demons, look down

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Escape from the demons that are hiding in us all

Disaster strikes demons follow when you summon the mic,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

But that's what the demons want me to do

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes