This is a song about "Axe murderes"

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

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

So you finally got the nerve

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

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

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

For you to die, oh snap, here comes by battle axe, now i bet you feel as small as

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret