This is a song about "Butterfly knives"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Basketball is my favorite sport

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

Bloody knives chainsaws and machetes

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave