This is a song about "Butcher"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

That damier bag i bought her

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/

Who know this be the life that i really live

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

See, i like the person that you are

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker