This is a song about "Witches"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Tell them witches and their race that there's a penalty,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

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

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

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

Here i go again, falling in love

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell