This is a song about "Inner demons"

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

So i consent to a bargain with demons

Strangle the demons that we're facing/

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Exposing me to my demons

I was playing with guns

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

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

32. demons are preventing me,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

It is endless, you're defenseless, i see your inner thoughts,

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because