This is a song about "Back stab"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Ma mean is fucking empty i prefer to get stab

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Stab a bitch between her legs, just for the feeling

I am a rapper whose words stab like a machete show!

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Ill stab you in the neck

These jordan 4′s: check

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I'll stab any rapper who's never expecting it