This is a song about "Vodoo spell"

Why you tryna fight? you can't even spell nigga right

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Now your under my spell welcome to hell

Let me call that hotel

Teach wack rappers how to spell

The book foretells, to dispel the spell, placed upon him by the belle

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

My bars vaporize so call me a spell caster.

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Judging by the way you spell you must be handicapped,

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast

Say she like my style but i talk too fast