This is a song about "The blood of my enemies"

The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Sacrifice life in a pool of blood of my own stew,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Never wish this upon any of enemies, father suffering the penalties

Slay a list of enemies envying creativity

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Thats how i ride on my motherfuckin enemies

I leave my enemies in envy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Not likely like stay long please

Shame, some of my worst enemies

Got tired of running from the police

Attacking and savaging my enemies