This is a song about "Hatchet"

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Teamwork: that's our recipe for living lavish

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

A buried hatchet that lasted

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Before i get mad n seek the biggest hatchet u ever seen

"forgive my past tricks?" i won't bury the hatchet,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

While im sitting here hitting tree like a hatchet

About some tyga beef shit

We need to put down the hatchet

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

I wanna grab the hatchet, find me in the casket

Y'all ain't doing shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"