This is a song about "Knife safety"

Rusty knife, i call it mater

Regardless to all them, i appease her

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Before we see it's hard to live

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Concerned for our safety

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

She got angry threat me by knife