This is a song about "Foes"

I bestow blows that freeze flows, and sweep foes,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

You gon' tip her

The foes, they got bitter,

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Still trouble lurks as foes plot and plan

Delusional i capture foes that oppose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats