This is a song about "Witches"

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell