This is a song about "Enemy"

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

The contenders as my enemy surrenders

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But she became my enemy

Im not even stable to stand up without an enemy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

It's about a passion that cannot be damaged by any enemy

Im the enemy skipping school resenting me

I got plans for you look in the sky baby