This is a song about "Carver"

And you know i paint that picture

Your balls necro butcher

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Ill use my bare hands to butcher your limbs an snap your neck

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

I hope we both do learn from this

Creating rhymes i'm a blacksmith,

I'm a dream-weaver, your night's mare n' the ringleader

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for