This is a song about "One of my demons"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Demons torture me in my sleep

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

Without the sound of guns

You see its one of my habits

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Exposing me to my demons

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

Im outrunning my demons every fucking rhyme i jot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Stack it up, every one of my skills, my tactics tough