This is a song about "I got enemies"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Attacking and savaging my enemies

Enemies try to flex,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

But if i were my enemies, i would

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I never planned on makin' enemies but now i got hit lists

Damn... no friends, no enemies- i guess they even out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I leave my enemies in envy

But make sure if they do see