This is a song about "Witch doctors"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

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

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

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

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

Its fine i get that alot, shit i know i aint hot, doctors keep givin me a shot,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse