This is a song about "God hates witches"

Our lyrics so dope they thought we was witches

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Plus the underground hates if your raps ain't a dictionary,

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Tell them witches and their race that there's a penalty,

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one