This is a song about "Forget bout the knif"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

You forget but remember the reality

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

No one-half and i hate math

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

So what don’t you get, the next day you wont forget

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

And forget about the trap,

Just think of me and don't forget bout what we had

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I need a backyard full court size

And dont forget the fries

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

This is my shit....forget bout the rest...