This is a song about "Exorcist"

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Call up the exorcist

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Wait more like the exorcist that insists to bring you to hell,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Cuz im like the exorcist stuck in a back bend,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Exorcist himself could never help me, the possessed creature

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

I think i need a exorcist, cause i sometimes feel cursed/

I think i need a exorcist, cause i sometimes feel cursed/

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Grab the bitch by her hair n twist head like the exorcist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed