This is a song about "Opponents"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

No appropriate opponents but further should i condone it?

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Blind spots of opponents

Bold as a poet, story's foretold n' i know it, chosen to be thrown with opponents

So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs

But it's even hopeless. i see opponents, everywhere i go. in all the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I show no mercy to opponents,

Opponents just suck, i hate to be that guy

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Losin sleep and appetites, i dont even have opponents