This is a song about "The village"

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I pillaged your village with pickets/ and ridded you villains and bigots

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

He roamed around his village curing people's pandemonium

The streetz is aint the safe

Slow and steady wins this race