This is a song about "Axe murderes"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit