This is a song about "Demons mom"

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Demons torture me in my sleep

Gettin to know his demons

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Exposing me to my demons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Same bitches used to play me though

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

For a perfect mother’s day

Prayed the demons away.

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since