This is a song about "Demons mom"

Summertime in the city

32. demons are preventing me,

Gettin to know his demons

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

In my mind i got these demons

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

I'm standing up, i'ma face my demons

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips