This is a song about "Blade"

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Ready to fight hand on his blade as he creeps

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

In the bathroom with a blade, wrists shaking/

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

And there's little to be glad for

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Take you and your friends to blade and tools

Grab out a blade make his future fade, away slowly, knowingly,

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,