This is a song about "Hatchets"

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

I'll jump from a slant angle with hatchets and hack at your throat

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I'm grabbin' my hatchets while you're just havin' your practice

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And laugh at you while they slowly hack you with hatchets

We all here, from the dealers to the kids