This is a song about "Enemies"

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

I may have no empathy, helpfully my enemies

I'm rolling down the window

Enemies pissed, they gotta go

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

And there's little to be glad for

Enemies getting closer.

Money ain't a thing

With my enemies grinning

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Attacking and savaging my enemies

Ima let her be by herself in peace