This is a song about "Getting to know your demons"

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I know its getting hard for you to defend

It's getting graphic, you too young to know the rest

See i can only love you when you undressed

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

It's not my fault you decided to bring these demons out,

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

So here i am at the store for some chips

Exposing me to my demons

Gettin to know his demons

While scheming on hits