This is a song about "Butterfly knife"

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

9 months while holding in life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Hand over the knife please

Rusty knife, i call it mater

Said when i do dirt wit her

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Awake in a nightmare of sin, ya future keeps changin like a butterfly

Now everybody put your hands up high

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

A butterfly in a bee's hive; was never meant to be.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Pocket racked up all big faces

The winged angel with a knife

Rollin' down the four o five