This is a song about "Half past stabbing"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

When everybody around you is a stabbing pawning serpent,

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

In the midst of a fire pit

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

You can't be wiping your ass

But two parts each bein half.

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Slimy slick stabbing snakes, i wish they could fade away

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say