This is a song about "Axe body spray"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

So fast, can't copy

Overspread my whole body

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

I want to feel her in every way

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

That's a fact! axe just entered your back!

Nigga tighten your jaw

Hopped up holding an axe and saw