This is a song about "Gun and knife criime"

It'll last for all these crazy days

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life

She told me i'm the reason she didn't pick up and use a knife,

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

I told em neva bring a knife to a gun fight

Grab my knife and my gun

My drive is like no one