This is a song about "Demons made me devil scratching on my back"

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

On my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Demons torture me in my sleep

Scratching my back, let the words get out

Yea and this is something to think about

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Call me the fucking devil,

Cause if you run the light

The devil lou, is on my side,