This is a song about "Butcher"

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

My lady friends never really be into the life

Your balls necro butcher

If they ain’t talking bout paper

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

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

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Bitches is artificially duck

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,