This is a song about "Half past stabbing"

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

When everybody around you is a stabbing pawning serpent,

To reds i ain't know how to act

Attacked by martyrs of the past

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Stabbing in your back,so that's why i rock

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Whistle tunes out happily while i go on a stabbing spree

I've had the darkest past

Trying hard to speak and

Except feel the pain stabbing through my heart

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick