This is a song about "Dream demons"

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

If you wanna reach your dream

Asking him to pursuit my dream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips