This is a song about "Blade"

What you call hate

Snicker snack, vorpal blade

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Ready to fight hand on his blade as he creeps

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I dress fresher even my mother fucken blade sharp!

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Like seal, i'll get a little crazy when i feel the blade

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,