This is a song about "Being stabbed in the leg"

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

Got racks you don’t understand

Just for me being weird in the past/

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

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

Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

This ''kid'' needs to be stabbed in the face until his pupils dilate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I stabbed the world in the back and formed a style thats abstract

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed