This is a song about "Your my enemy"

You'll meet a new enemy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Who do you pretend to be, my enemy, it's bittersweet,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

In a battle i'm never stressin' when my enemy starts

From run dmc to public enemy

That's why i'm makin' money

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

Tramps everywhere today i told you boy i didn't want an enemy bust my rhyms out against

My dad i wished i had / soon he's to die and soo am i / the day god takes

Feign defeat momentarily until my enemy believes he now has the reigns.

These thoughts may be tried to stopped by an enemy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three