This is a song about "Witches"

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Tell them witches and their race that there's a penalty,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

From where gorillas territorial for inches