This is a song about "Cocaine butcher and guns"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

With no guns and no shields

Ass shots in her seven jeans

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,