This is a song about "Witches"

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

That scary love, never get married love

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.