This is a song about "Demons"

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

Without the sound of guns

Gettin to know his demons

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Seeking reasons for weekend demons

I never fit in with them light skins

In my mind i got these demons

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Lay awake at night i fight these demons that are inside

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons