This is a song about "Public enemies"

I may have no empathy, helpfully my enemies

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

They know the truth but feed lies to the public

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

From run dmc to public enemy

People that are my enemies

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Go on a rampage takin out all my enemies

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

No known public invasions discriminations impatient

Attacking and savaging my enemies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

You can do it out in public

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick