This is a song about "Knives and pens"

My nigga, its all love

Pens dance across pages,

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,