This is a song about "The witch"

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

For the man of the hour

I think it excited her

Vijay singh and all of them

Eyes poked out the the raven

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Witch such a fucking bitch who won't switch for which makes me pissed

The more battles the better the flows

Took me a while just to write those