This is a song about "An enemy"

I'm not an enemy or an entity that's ready to be reckoned with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I'm going through so much, my own father is my enemy

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

The contenders as my enemy surrenders

But she became my enemy

Off of your melody

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Ya spend a abraham on 'em, you meet a new enemy,

The enemy will loose its spot, very quickly,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

It's about a passion that cannot be damaged by any enemy

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Tell them bitches in the place to kill the enemy,