This is a song about "Cut with my knife"

Better yet i'll take my knife and cut her

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

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

At this point im walkin' around with a knife

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Don't think that i've forgotten what you do with a knife,

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

So if i have to stab myself with a knife

I'm everything that they call nice

I kill like a low-life, with no knife.

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate