This is a song about "Witches are fake"

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Our lyrics so dope they thought we was witches

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Even if i was blind i would still see how fake u are

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far