This is a song about "Demons weed"

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

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

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

By the water, au revoir to my audience

So i consent to a bargain with demons

Swear i will murk any beat

Demons torture me in my sleep

Now it's time to eat

Who be puffin that weed