This is a song about "Knife in the back"

Try to jack and i will attack

With my niggas in the back

On the gravestone'll be written "ended by knife"/

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Ain't got no room in the back

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Wanna stab that guy with a knife from the back side this games screwed

To cut like a knife in the gut or a penis in the but of a slut. what you didn't like that

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Things get a little obscene as the knife gleams in vaseline

Her body felt smooth as he dug the knife in

In a collision, i see their ambition