This is a song about "Hunting demons"

Prayed the demons away.

Observe: cock and spray

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me

Just for cash, they hunting

Straight g thing, double m g thing

While scheming on hits

In my mind i got these demons

Being fly was priority to the lowest

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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