This is a song about "Enemy"

But don't make me your enemy

Hopin' that my niggas see

From run dmc to public enemy

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

The world is like an enemy

Shit is getting to me i'm my number one fucking enemy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

That's something i wouldn't wish on my own worst enemy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm worst than a enemy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

These thoughts may be tried to stopped by an enemy

They giving pounds and that before get the money