This is a song about "Foe"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Got enough rappers to kill, you're my foe, see/

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Dispose of any foe who thinks their flow is just as dope as mine

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Killing every emcee, be it friend or foe/

Pit route , fangs of the snake will get into my head, stan i like the rap of my foe em,

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Got a foe ill seek and attack

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I know i'm just level four but i got sick rhymes i'm the devil's foe/

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Uncle never even liked you, you are a foe

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I'll slaughter each and every foe, sharp like machete blows,