This is a song about "Friends turn to enemy"

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

With a bullet to the heart where his enemy demons coincide.

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Shit is getting to me i'm my number one fucking enemy

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Tell them bitches in the place to kill the enemy,

From run dmc to public enemy

And losin all his money

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

To rightly ride an overgrown hoe to the dome. consider me an enemy and

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Now its your turn to die