This is a song about "Witches and supernatural"

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Mentally meant to be a supernatural entity/

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.