This is a song about "Knit"

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

And however i try i cant make my ends knit

Young money motherfucker we the shit