This is a song about "Knives"

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Im starting to see guns and knives

Got a flock full of dimes

If there was no knives for killing, i could relate

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

To grab a couple knives

Rollin' down the four o five

I'm everything that they call nice

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Got the knives and the scissors, see who gets it harder,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her