This is a song about "Ma enemies"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Had i not been exposed to these things

And just because my fate that i hate making enemies

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Shame, some of my worst enemies

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Attacking and savaging my enemies

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

New passions, enemies new fashion