This is a song about "Having demons"

We have nothing in common

Or just stop having fun

Gettin to know his demons

When you spill out hits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tripping while i'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

In my mind i got these demons

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hey, die hard, killing all them demons