This is a song about "Hunting demons"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

In my mind i got these demons