This is a song about "Butterfly knife"

She got angry threat me by knife

Hop in and let me test drive

I be ballin, they wonder why

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

But i saw a fucking butterfly

Niggas talk with limited service

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Rusty knife, i call it mater

Baby, you know who you are

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Take her back to where i live

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

We got money to go get baby