This is a song about "Witches are fake"

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

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your lies are fake as george bush/

Took me mighty long to get here

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

When their hits are lame, fake as plaster walls, no heft or weight

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches