This is a song about "Diss enemies"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I may have no empathy, helpfully my enemies

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Maybe,but enemies will pay tonight

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

Crack seems like the only way if you ain't skilled, your enemies,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I leave my enemies in envy

You ain’t never been higher than this

Because this record is only to diss

Got tired of running from the police

Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies