This is a song about "My enemies are all crazy"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I think is something all my enemies have when they figth me.

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

My enemies get no blows in cus

All these artists crazy and satanic

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Enemies are my colors, the floor the palette/

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

The life of the gangland, enemies are slain