This is a song about "Infinite enemy"

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Didn't understand it then, that life ain't infinite

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

The contenders as my enemy surrenders

But she became my enemy

Looking at your money

And losin all his money

I'm worst than a enemy

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

These thoughts may be tried to stopped by an enemy

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind