This is a song about "Wired demons"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

In my mind i got these demons

So they just paint wired

Chasing them checks, nike work

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

I'll carry him and throw him into some wired barbs

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

They bringing me fish and chips

Gettin to know his demons

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Demons torture me in my sleep

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle