This is a song about "Knives and pens"

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

What we gotta do to survive

Im starting to see guns and knives

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Behind those eyes, i see jagged knives,

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience