This is a song about "Demons"

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Gettin to know his demons

When you spill out hits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Strangle the demons that we're facing/

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Teaming with demons, theyr scheming a kill

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right