This is a song about "Knife foght"

Huh, i can't interpret her

Rusty knife, i call it mater

She got angry threat me by knife

Bring the battering ram where you live

Cause the testing isn't nice, its like the pressing of a knife,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Don't think that i've forgotten what you do with a knife,

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

And don't forget that stardom is a double edged knife

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

No key for release

Hand over the knife please

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

At this point im walkin' around with a knife

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

Whoever fights me is gonna get his life sliced by my knife