This is a song about "Witches are fake"

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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