This is a song about "The demons inside of me"

Inside the depths of his basement

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Walk that body, talk that body

I couldn't leave this inside of me.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

All the lies hurt her and this makes me crucified inside.

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

They say i talk like im god body

The malady living inside of me,

Of mine he cleared the demons i was facing in mankind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

When the monsters and demons in my own head fear me