This is a song about "Half past stabbing"

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Straight stabbing rap, right in the back

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Two white cups and i got that drank

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

I've had the darkest past

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I can get straight to the cash

No one even know the half,

A working genius, a work of art

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Your life is a product of trash

But two parts each bein half.