This is a song about "Put a spell on you"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

And now i hear you put a price on my mother's head?

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Tonight i'm gonna make you cry, so come on put up a fight,

You fuckin with hell, i'll cast you a spell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Put a rubber on the .50 and make you suck the bullet out

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But then the walls begin to change and start bindin a spell.

Inside it contains a gel that you must retrieve from a well it will rid you of the spell

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things