This is a song about "Enemy rappers"

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Too scared to shine, was looking for no enemy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

But she became my enemy

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Better yet they work my every nerve

The contenders as my enemy surrenders

But don't make me your enemy

Cause some of you bitches funny

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey