This is a song about "Enemies"

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Enemies are my colors, the floor the palette/

I'm on deck i'm up next

Enemies try to flex,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Friends first, but enemies unto the end.

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

But if i were my enemies, i would

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I swear ima cause alll thy enemies pain,

Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies