This is a song about "Ma enemies"

U got 1000 enemies i got none

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Ma raps ma ya go blind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Enemies try to flex,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I swear ima cause alll thy enemies pain,

Playing christ to these enemies

But in the meantime it's lights please

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see