This is a song about "Friends turned enemy"

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The contenders as my enemy surrenders

You'll meet a new enemy,

That's why i'm makin' money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

That's something i wouldn't wish on my own worst enemy.

Felling an enemy

What them tippers don't see

These thoughts may be tried to stopped by an enemy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

From run dmc to public enemy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My own unknown is my enemy,

The enemy will loose its spot, very quickly,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see