This is a song about "Butcher"

You told me god was the answer

Your balls necro butcher

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Ill use my bare hands to butcher your limbs an snap your neck

She was the queen of the club

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team