This is a song about "Knit"

Little shit who can't knit a good verse to spit

Y'all similes is literal shit

And however i try i cant make my ends knit

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

So while you worry about the hoes

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You can never knit the rhymes like me try and get your palm cut