This is a song about "Gun and knife criime"

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.

Since i was left with no hope

And got a knife to my throat

Like to go out and knife carve

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Well its the pain and suffering that's stabbing me with a knife

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Like to go out and knife carve

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

It's trife, the strife inside this life, a knife and gun we carry,