This is a song about "One of my demons"

Exposing me to my demons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

And not one of my people know how i feel. no. not one.

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

A gentle vessel of cheers smearing smiles off demons & the devil.

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Demons torture me in my sleep

I’m way harder than the concrete

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, i ain't satanic/