This is a song about "Foes deep"

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

Sparking my foes bringing heat to november

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Although i am deadly spirit , i will kill my foes,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

I say what my mind speak

Still trouble lurks as foes plot and plan

Like as if i didn’t know man

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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