This is a song about "Knifes and money"

"money and blood don't mix

I be giving work to the kids

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

#invisible knifes travel into ya spine, carvin your face into meat

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

And we gettin' money, over here,

I don't know, obviously i disappear