This is a song about "Axe"

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

I bring the axe down, tell em drop dead, leave em charred

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

I throw him the axe to to his back down he goes flat thats that

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Im not a battle rapper but i am an axe wielding maniac,

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/