This is a song about "Back stabbing"

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Stabbing in your back,so that's why i rock

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Slimy slick stabbing snakes, i wish they could fade away

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick