This is a song about "Butterfly knives"

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

For this, i thank the lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

But i saw a fucking butterfly

This is how she want to live

But we still got kids with blades and knives/

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Rollin' down the four o five

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear