This is a song about "Lay my demons to rest"

In my mind i got these demons

And the v12, that's on various trips

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

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

Let me rest where you lay until i can find my way,

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Is the rest true, is my death due, to join the rest of you?

To throw it all away

I suggest not to lay

Out worms, out wards to where my head lay at rest,

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

And inside they think rap's soft

Rest in peace to my vagabond

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday