This is a song about "Demons on my mind"

Without the sound of guns

Exposing me to my demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Days go on and your still in my mind

Bitches be on my mind

You can search but you'll never find

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons