This is a song about "Axe"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Hopped up holding an axe and saw

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

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

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

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

And the impact will feel like i grabbed a fireman's axe and hit you with it bitch,

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/