This is a song about "Knife"

Talk about me ill fucking stab ya with used knife

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Felt like i was bein' cut by a knife

Hop in and let me test drive

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

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

Music is my life my flows as sharp as a knife

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Rusty knife, i call it mater

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

This is bigger than life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Hide yo' wife, grab a knife,