This is a song about "Demons weed"

Put up and smoke that weed,

I don't know defeat

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

Still follows me around but it's time to exorcise these demons

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Seeking reasons for weekend demons