This is a song about "Demons got me posesed"

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Cause i write like a angry poet, that's what the demons want me to do/

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Misdirection has got ahold of me, 

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

So i consent to a bargain with demons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Meanwhile six headed demons take my hand to show me round this ghost ward

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

In my mind i got these demons

I delete they history

But when it got to me,