This is a song about "Salem witch trials"

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

Detected fools that create titles for trials

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

But on the river i've flushed it all, trials i've failed were placed in the porcelain

Then you're a witch could it get worse when i dissed toby in "it's on"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast