This is a song about "Butterfly knife"

I'm breathing for a purpose

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

He wanted her to die, handed me a knife

My lady friends never really be into the life

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I should kill your ass with a knife

The winged angel with a knife

Bring the battering ram where you live

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

They say i float like a butterfly fly and strike like a serpent

Grab my knife and my gun

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one