This is a song about "Demons inside"

I never fit in with them light skins

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

I must be different inside

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

So here i am at the store for some chips

In my mind i got these demons

So i consent to a bargain with demons

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me

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