This is a song about "Infinite enemy"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm going through so much, my own father is my enemy

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

You'll meet a new enemy,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind

Felling an enemy

I’m tryna be low key

That's why i'm makin' money

Has infinite symmetry

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

It's about a passion that cannot be damaged by any enemy