This is a song about "Enemies"

Attacking and savaging my enemies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Enemies are my colors, the floor the palette/

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I may have no empathy, helpfully my enemies

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies

Enemies right outside, everyday i'm ready to die./

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Maybe,but enemies will pay tonight

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Enemies try to flex,

I'm on deck i'm up next

I leave my enemies in envy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee