This is a song about "Butterfly knives"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

But we still got kids with blades and knives/

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

Had i not been exposed to these things

Basketball is my favorite sport

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

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