This is a song about "Witches and supernatural"

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And once i'm dead and gone

You were right here all along

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,