This is a song about "Foes"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Turn it up in the key hole, grab the mac, defeat foes,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

And you know i paint that picture

The foes, they got bitter,

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

I bestow blows that freeze flows, and sweep foes,

I slaughter foes, #you #oughta #know, alanis morrisette,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Perhaps so, so love all your foes, we're family you know