This is a song about "Friends into enemies"

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Go on a rampage takin out all my enemies

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Maybe,but enemies will pay tonight

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Crack seems like the only way if you ain't skilled, your enemies,

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

From my ''hot pen''/tell your siblings enemies n top friends/if they want real

Enemies pissed, they gotta go

Who real bitches check me out though