This is a song about "Fallen angels and rising demons"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

See i'm down with my demons, in my head and i'm bored

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

So come and follow me below, where demons know me as equal

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Fallen through the time hole and cant get back