This is a song about "Sea of demons"

Show them im the king of the sea.

Fuck fame, fuck money

Til shit got worse im cursed heard a burst of a demons giggle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Of mine he cleared the demons i was facing in mankind

Emerging from the sea

It ain't hard to make money

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap