This is a song about "Demons mom"

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

By the water, au revoir to my audience

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Well go cry to your mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

Exposing me to my demons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Tripping while i'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits